Everybody's got their demons
memories that won't let go
pain that digs trenches
but their faces will never show
Hiding behind a pace
a ritual of routine
moves it to the dark
a place of unheard screams
But when the world goes silent
and breathing is all they hear
the mind wanders in circles
to a mirror that reflects their fear.
As they stand and face themselves
the bloody tears streak their face
the empty eyes look back at them
scars and bruises have found their place.
Its easier to stare at each other
to criticize and dismiss
for to glimpse our own image
would open the great abyss.
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