One Last Time

Face to face,
just you and I.

This goodbye will be our very first
and the last I will ever see of you.

They say to check for monsters under your bed.
People have forgotten about the demons in your head.

They wrap their cold presence
around your heart as
they shatter it like glass.

Those inner demons,
they seem like a part of you.
But you soon realize
you’re merely one of them.

See, in the midst of yourself spiraling downwards,
an evilness within you is exerting itself outwards.

I’m lucky that I broke free.
And for the first time
in forever, I see you,
looking back in that mirror.

Now, it’s time for me to go,
to be me again.
It’s time for you to let me be,
to become a memory.

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