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The Devil Watches Me

Poetry By: InsideImlaughing
Poetry


Expectations, dont you hate them?


Submitted:Apr 19, 2010    Reads: 46    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


The devil watches me

Walking

Talking

Crying

Hes waiting for me to mess up

I still try my hardest not to think

Not to question

Not to wonder

But maybe my hardest isnt enough for you is it?

I still feel his pressure pushing down on my soul

Staring down at me waiting for my obedience

To agree to his terms

To turn me to what he believes his perfect

But can't you see your crushing me?

I still wait for someone to see me

See the true me

The me that breaks easily

The me that cant be perfect not matter what you expect

But there will always be those expectations

wont there?

Or is it just me?

Am i the only one hearing the devils knock?

There comes the questions

The unheard cries in subtle text

Why?

Do you hear me now?

Can you finally see me?





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