Chaos

I, with arms glued to my chest.

I, with a loose white dress.

I, with shivering pale lips that plastered hate.

I, with blank, emotionless stares.

I, with a threatening grin.

"She's crazy" they whispered. 

And my grin grew wider. 

I'm a product of madness and despair. I open my head and I find another person's mind. A mind with an objective to ruin mine. A goal of selfishness and destruction. I should control this other mind of mine but sometimes without my consent, it controls me. 

If you deny the existence of demons then you also deny the existence of angels. Demons are real whether you believe in them or not. In my case, my demon is built within me. Day by day it possesses me. Even I don't know who I am anymore. Have I changed? Did my demon already ruin me? I can't think properly anymore! My mind is constantly thinking of ways to escape this madness but somehow it can't. Is my spirit guide that weak? Can't it protect me anymore? Does it know that I'm in pain?

Demons are like obedient dogs; they come when they're called. But why me? With the amount of human beings living and breathing on this planet, why me? Am I just assuming things? The absence of words, my silence are my answers to all these questions. 

Did they really chose me? 

Or did chose them? 

You don't need a provocateur if the demon is within you. 

I should just bury all my dreams and accept my current situation. People often put my existence aside because I have a powerful yet messed up mind. I just have to accept that it will be a part of me no matter what. It will serve as my companion, whose slowly and painfully killing me from the inside.

My demon and I will enjoy the night and the darkness. 

I am still dancing with my demon, I am a victim of my own creation.