My sister is battling demons
I don't know what to do
But I know she has her reasons
The tears keep falling down
But I can't hold them back
I can't let her drown
Late at night
Haunting cries
This is her fight
Lying by her feet
Listening to them whisper
Chasing down sleep
My sister is hiding from demons
Getting up early
All through the seasons
In front of the mirror tendrils of gold
Sometimes straight
Hairspray so the warm curls hold
Black around blue eyes
Lash by lash
Dark clouds in cerulean skies
Sometimes a loose fitting shirt
Picked out the night before
Somedays she's twirling in a skirt
My sister is fighting her demons
It seems they're never done
Wondering why they're not leavin'
Toying with numbers confusing and new
Tells the teacher she's okay
Start again and erase a few
Crying silently in the stall
Dabbing toilet paper to her eyes
Walking past me in the hall
She'll be gone from class
Learned again she's coming back
Holding her books, handing a green pass
My sister played by demons
Feeling alone
Guilty like robbers, thieves, and cons
Her friends are all around her
But she can't see them right now
If they like her she's not sure
Most of the time she knows she has them
Laughing, texting, and talking
Some days she feels they've just been dreamt
But I am always there
Though her door is always closed
She knows that I care
My sister and her demons
Weak or strong
Whether or not she can see them
Pretty and tall
And then they come
She feels wrong and small
Dragging out her darkest fears
Alone and crying
I'm the first who hears
Being herself day by day
Strumming, singing, or tracing
She'll be okay
YOU ARE READING
In The Eye
PoetrySort of like a portfolio, sort of like an autobiography, sort of like a book of poetry and short stories. Well, actually it's all of those things.
