An Original (Poem) " No Mom You Don't Know About The Demons In My Head"


Hey Friends, I do not know how I feel about sharing this poem, but I use to write poems all the time when I was younger and I guess two days ago all these words flowed out of me. Also, TW because I am very vulnerable in this poem. I'm hoping this poem expresses what a lot of young teens and adults going through mental illness may be feeling when it comes to being understood. At least these are my feelings..


No mom you don't know about the demons in my head
you are clueless about the voices that whisper to me that I would be better off dead
you think you have it all figured out
Why I would rather lay in bed all day than help out around the house
laziness, selfishness is what you call it.
No mom you don't know about the demons in my head
you are clueless about the voices that whisper to me that I would be better off dead
closing my eyes is an escape, its how I can get away from them
But when a new day starts the voices come back whispering "here we go again"
No mom you don't know about the demons in my head
you are clueless about the voices that whisper that I would be better off dead.
take a walk or smile is what you say as if it will make these demons go away
so I do just that, I try and conjur up positive thoughts as I go to school and back
If it is that easy why do I still feel so trapped?
No mom you don't know about the demons in my head
you are clueless about the voices that whisper to me that I would be better off dead
Ask me how it feels?
Being on this seesaw ride..
Wanting to live the rest of my life but also wanting to die
" I have been a young lady before" .. " I have been your age"
Then why is it so hard for you to relate?
One day you say I'm intelligent.. the next day you call me an idiot
Those are your swords
But what you don't know is the demons feed on those words
" See your mom's words are inconsistent" my demons remind me
" One day she compliments you the next day, you are incompetent"
No mom you don't know about the demons in my head
you are clueless about the voices that whisper to me that I would be better off dead
Yes you are wise in a lot of things
But I'm afraid this is one you lack knowledge of..
You are wrong, this I am sure of
You don't know about the demons in my head
How it feels for your mind to paralyze you in bed
Just ask, " My daughter what is giving you this stress?"
And then maybe just maybe I may tell you about the demons in my head.


Written by: Nikki Opara




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