please stop analysing the thoughts in my head,
what gives you the right to expose me.
I created the monster from under my bed..
so go on then, please, diagnose me.
please sign my prescriptions and post them to you,
if you think that they are the answer.
you sit there observing each move that i make, like im a performer. a dancer.
see me and my monsters, have built tighter bonds. if you please, stop calling them demons
see they are advisers they keep me from harm, who cares if you dislike their reasons.
so certify me, write me off like a debt, if I hang over you drenched in worry.
I promise you darling, I'm made to forget.
so don't thret, no need to be "sorry"
©katiecoady
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