Trapped

I look around and I’m all alone.
But maybe I’m not.
I’m with my demons. In my mind.

I look around and I’m with friends.
But maybe I’m not.
I’m all alone.
With my demons. In my mind.

Are they real?
Or are they fictions of my imagination?
Are they shadows of my past?
Or are they my present?

My demons are mine.
Mine to deal with. Mine to fight.
No one else can help me.
No one can save me.

It’s just me. And them.
All alone in my mind.
And as of now.
I’m trapped.

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