Sometimes, I feel like a superhero, an angel, other times like the devil’s in me.
So much darkness I’m on my psycho path,
So creative, subsequently destructive.
Focused yet distorted.
I’m an emotional wreck, some days, I do the wrecking.
Pain in my head like someone lives there.
I really need my sanity.
Yet, I hold unto it, I want to let go.
At the moment, addiction breaks momentum.
I’m great, I’m extraordinary.
I know all that.
Still, I live in a circle, caged with demons,
I run from them, other times I put them to good use.
They always come back to hunt me.
And we start all over again.