Demons of childhood well up inside your spirit
a pain you can't control
bubbling over seeping into your adult world
it hurts for reasons you can't remember
unaware and exhausted from trying you push insecurities down
hoping you can squeeze it shut
you pull out a warm comfort from beneath your costume
bottles and needles ecstasy in forgetfulness
childhood fears lead to adult coping
if only you could face those feelings
in your mind this battle has already been lost y
our bleeding out of open wounds now
one word that can make you squirm one sentence that knocks you on your ass
childhood memories suffocate you
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