You paint a picture of sacrifice
Of what others want you to be
And not the person deep inside
The innocent waiting to be set free
They dictate your every move
Hold you back calling you wrong
Even when it’s not true
You hold on, but for how long
All they see is what’s outside
Theydo not see past your skin
The beauty held within your soul
The beauty you have deep within
The life we lead is often hidden
And is a cleverly built disguise.
The real you never to be seen
So others may not look with despise
It is so very hard to show the world
The Angel that lives within your heart
But opening up to one you trust
Must ultimately be the very start?
The Daemon you see is not food
And no matter what you try and do
To blame others is not the way
As the Daemon that's inside is you!
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