People think I'm awful.
They think I'm depressed.
But I don't think I'm depressed.
I sense something around me.
I'm terrified of it.
When I tell them,
They think I'm insane.
I'm seeing bizarre stuff.
I saw the demons of Satan.
I'm always with them.
We do stuff together.
They have control over my mind.
They have a big influence on my thoughts.
Sometimes I look fine.
Sometimes I appear insane.
Sometimes I speak alone.
The demons of Satan
They have cut my heart.
Right out of my body.
I'm now heartless.
I could even kill.
I'm now a thug.
Because of the demons.
They want me to always trust them.
They gave me empty promises.
They toyed with my mind.
They are harmful.
They always want to know everything I do.
My movements, and so forth
I wish they could let me be.
Oh, God
I regret having them as friends.
They are not best friends.
They want to see me suffer forever.
They want to see me cry.
They enjoy seeing me kneel and ask.
They want me to beg from them.
They call themselves my best friends.
But now I know they are the demons of Satan.
God, rescue me from them.
Rescue me from their influence.
I look depressed and insane.
All because of them
They are true demons of Satan.
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Gloria Penelope
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Comments (4)
Evil friends need to get the boot!
You are going through a very difficult period, which is a very heavy situation, but you will definitely find a way out of the predicament, all the best wishes! Great job!
Wonderful poem Gloria.
Gosh this was so intense and poignant. It resonated so deeply with me!