My Room of Demons

This is what it’s come to. A small bathroom floor. After making myself beautiful I look in the mirror and see the fear behind the eyes of the fearless. Swelling with tears. Stand. Sit. Cry. Lay. Letting go of my walls for one moment. Maybe all of this pain is a dream, maybe you’ll wake up and it’ll all be gone. But no, this is what it’s come to, a small bathroom floor. Thinking that if I lay here longer, they might notice that I’m gone. . . Wanting to Screaming, deal with my demons, my vices. I can feel the air thicken. Like all my wrongs are filling the air, making it hard to breathe. A knock on the door. Sit. Stand. Fix myself . Open the door. “What’s taking so long, are you OK?” says a voice. “Yeah, I‘m fine” I say with confidence. . . . Waiting for another day that maybe I can finally release.