My Ancient Demon
There’s something I’ve delayed,
Though every joyful day,
It makes me think what to do,
When I think of telling you,
I don’t know why but I’ve held it back,
Buried it and made a pact,
That it would stay inside,
Deep within where it can hide,
When the storm blew over I forgot,
It became deceit which I had bought,
Told myself that it was fake,
Now I see my big mistake,
I need to talk to someone soon,
Before I burst like a balloon,
But it is a memory I cannot see,
Lately its been haunting me,
Back in an ancient time of mine,
In a land so dark, unkind,
I ask myself why I would lie,
Only makes me want to cry,
I don’t know why I made that pact,
I don’t know why I held it back,
I was too young to see,
That you don’t bury that kind of memory,
And when the storm blew over I forgot,
But yet when reminded I am distraught,
This uncontrollable urge to cry,
This uncontrollable want to run and hide,
I told myself that it was fake,
Now I feel my big mistake,
I need to talk to someone soon,
Before I burst like a balloon,
Yet something tells me not to say,
To keep it deep inside today,
For it is a demon that I do not want out,
But I want to be without,
Without my ominous haunting past,
I just want to feel these feelings passed,
But something tells me not to say,
That I should leave it to stay,
In the recesses of my mind,
Where it waits for me to find,
The truth within my darkened days,
Hopefully I won’t find a way.
i am open to critizism
There’s something I’ve delayed,
Though every joyful day,
It makes me think what to do,
When I think of telling you,
I don’t know why but I’ve held it back,
Buried it and made a pact,
That it would stay inside,
Deep within where it can hide,
When the storm blew over I forgot,
It became deceit which I had bought,
Told myself that it was fake,
Now I see my big mistake,
I need to talk to someone soon,
Before I burst like a balloon,
But it is a memory I cannot see,
Lately its been haunting me,
Back in an ancient time of mine,
In a land so dark, unkind,
I ask myself why I would lie,
Only makes me want to cry,
I don’t know why I made that pact,
I don’t know why I held it back,
I was too young to see,
That you don’t bury that kind of memory,
And when the storm blew over I forgot,
But yet when reminded I am distraught,
This uncontrollable urge to cry,
This uncontrollable want to run and hide,
I told myself that it was fake,
Now I feel my big mistake,
I need to talk to someone soon,
Before I burst like a balloon,
Yet something tells me not to say,
To keep it deep inside today,
For it is a demon that I do not want out,
But I want to be without,
Without my ominous haunting past,
I just want to feel these feelings passed,
But something tells me not to say,
That I should leave it to stay,
In the recesses of my mind,
Where it waits for me to find,
The truth within my darkened days,
Hopefully I won’t find a way.
i am open to critizism