Jan 28


A girl stands in the back of a room,
Hiding from the eyes, the pain, the cold stares of the beasts.
They stand tall above her, 
Dark shadows, closing in, trapping her with their judgemental glares.
She's scared of them, but she hides it,
She knows she can't fight, can't speak out,
Or they will quell her until she can barely breathe.
She hates these monsters, the way they twist minds,
Pushing her down even further.
Sometimes, she sees a light, pulsing far away,
But the beasts find ways to snuff it out again.
On good days she can hold them off, but not for long enough,
They find their way back to torment her again.
Even if she breaks free, they follow her,
Dragging her down, down, down.