I’m not what I seem to be, <br />Or at least I think I’m not, <br />Who am I anyway? <br />I used to like me a lot. <br /> <br />I used to like my smile, <br />It was so genuine, <br />I used to like my laughter, <br />It came from deep within. <br /> <br />I used to like my thoughts, <br />They sounded like a stream, <br />Trickling through a meadow, <br />Just like a dream. <br /> <br />Now they sound like demons, <br />Fighting from inside, <br />Growling and grumbling, <br />No longer scared to hide. <br /> <br />How can I make them quiet? <br />When will they go away? <br />When will I control them, <br />And tell them they can’t stay? <br /> <br />What is it that ails me? <br />What’s missing in my life? <br />Is it that I see myself, <br />Only as a wife? <br /> <br />A mother, a sister, <br />A daughter and little more? <br />Do I even want to wish, <br />Do I want to open that door? <br /> <br />To wish for something more than that, <br />Is it even my right? <br />Shouldn’t I be content, <br />And merely sit tight? <br /> <br />These demons I am told, <br />Will go away in time, <br />Until that day, <br />I shall always feel, <br />I have committed a crime. <br /> <br />A crime so very evil, <br />To wish for something more, <br />And so I beg you demons, <br />I truly do implore, <br /> <br />That you go away quietly, <br />From whence you came, <br />And do not utter another word, <br />Nor ever speak my name.<br /><br />Aisha Sherazi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/demons-within-me/
