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What you can't see
Right this minute
I am fighting…
The quicksand mood that sucks me deeper,
pulling harder with every struggle.
The voice that says you’re judging my worth,
and makes you my enemy.
The drink that promises to quiet that voice
but will amplify it tomorrow.
The urge to crawl under a heavy blanket
and hide from all that I love.
The silent battle is raging.
If I seem quiet
or faraway
it’s because
I am -
Lost in a realm inside my head,
A dark kingdom
of dragons and werewolves
and beneath the banter and shielding smile
I am
the weary
lonesome
warrior
Fighting.
I am fighting…
The quicksand mood that sucks me deeper,
pulling harder with every struggle.
The voice that says you’re judging my worth,
and makes you my enemy.
The drink that promises to quiet that voice
but will amplify it tomorrow.
The urge to crawl under a heavy blanket
and hide from all that I love.
The silent battle is raging.
If I seem quiet
or faraway
it’s because
I am -
Lost in a realm inside my head,
A dark kingdom
of dragons and werewolves
and beneath the banter and shielding smile
I am
the weary
lonesome
warrior
Fighting.
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