Poetry
My Devil Inside
| How can I heal inside? Hanging onto my foolish pride? How I do waste away Not sharing what I can say In silence I do hide I find it hard to confide Trust is a serious thing But I give away nothing How I ignore my pain That drives me quite insane Why can’t I share my art? Because I simply fear my heart Slowly I embrace my past Building a future that will last It’s easier to run away Then to face life every day Depression is my devil inside That burns like a silent tide I have given much away Trying to keep the devil at bay Wanting to change my past But the die had been cast Suddenly I embrace my art I should have from the start Perception is a funny thing My art does now take wing The devil is trapped inside Where he can no longer hide |
