I’m dancing with my Demons again

you grab me by the arm and swing me onto the floor

My body is flushed with anxiety and nervousness

Like bugs crawling out of my skin from another world

So we’re here again

And I have no control

Yet....

This time...

I’m getting to learn your moves

I may have lied to ME along time about what you were

What you were doing to my mind

How you controlled my every move and action

The lie .... I’ve faced it

I’ve laid with it...

danced with it

Hid it

Now however I see you head on

Swing me around

Fuck it

I like this song

I’ve gotten a little stronger now that I’ve faced the lie

Now... I know you

You’ve reveled your face to many times

There’s no chemicals to mask you anymore

So we fight

And in the end I’m again exhausted

But your gone

I smile and feel a moment of victoriousness

You could just be laughing at me from one of the crevices of my mind

I know you’ll show again

You’ll wrap me in the grasp of you and try to pull me into your world

I’ll scream and kick and fight and cry

You don’t like me this way...

not as fun to dance with

You can’t throw me around so easily anymore

Even the littlest piece of anxiety in me that feeds you doesn’t fuck with you no more

You’ve been evicted

This is my dance

Get the fuck off my dance floor

Memoirs of a Manic Depressive

_Frey