
You won't hear me
Unless you listen close
I speak in riddles
The little things; the little things
That are read between the lines
That's who I am
I am just as much of the moon as I am the sun
And I am tired of hearing that I'm not
I am the wolf and the pack
But I cannot exist without the stars to guide me
Watching my scarred skin crack under the pressure
And wishing more could be done
But I was given the gift of life
And no matter the battle
No matter how many times skin splits and bones break
I will win
We will win
Everything has a reason
Sometimes one has to be their own
Sometimes we find them in someone else
But it always comes back to...
being aware
And with being aware
I am constantly thought bound
I am constantly absorbing information
I am constantly building bridges
Connecting two places that never knew the other existed
But you'll never know
I hide who I am because you'll never understand
I am one in a million
You'll never understand
I'm one
I'm a million
I'm not who you think I am
I'm not who you think I am
You think I am
But you'll never know;
About the Creator
Michael Daemon
Michael Daemon, son of an angel and a fallen. One day my story will be told.
***I have a book idea for Michael to be written. I will be keeping short stories here. Otherwise enjoy my poetry and any other short writings I conjure up!***


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