Poetry

Demons dance behind my eyes. There shadows flickering beyond them, Yet know one has ever noticed the anger and pain, That's been built up inside. One look in my eyes and it's like you're memorized. The demons dance can't be broken. There anger and rage just keeps building. A wild fire burning, ready to set things alight. Not one person has ever noticed the demons and there dance. Will there ever be someone that can release them and the rage that they contain.