Lately, I've had the feeling that, in the end, I'm just the battleground for depression and mania to fight it out. Somehow I've become a peace keeper between opponents who don't believe the other exists. Out of that thought, comes this, which may or may not make sense:
invasioni am:
a home invasion
with blow torches to burn me out
with an unseeable weight to crush me
until i’m curled into submission
i am:
siege warfare
prepared to wait endlessly
for my defences to wither
until i surrender to monotone depression
i am:
the only true enemy
i have
and i know my weaknesses
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