The battles within,
Are ones to be fought.
How do we do something,
We were never taught?

We all fight our demons,
That leave us with scars.
Thoughts as poisonous,
As the air on Mars.

We live our lives,
In confusion and despair.
Wishing, praying,
For a breath of fresh air.

But that breath never comes,
We're trapped in a cage.
No air, no light,
Just our inner rage.

The anger dances upon us,
Not seen, not heard.
But felt in a way,
That makes our sight blurred.

'Why us?' We ask,
Genuinely curious.
Do we want to know, though?
The thought makes us furious.

Alone, isolated,
Sad and upset,
Please, do something,
To help us forget.

Forget our troubles,
Our worries and grief.
Give us something,
Some sense of relief.

Our demons hate us,
But we hate them more.
We all hate this
Internal war.

Am I worth it,
Am I not?
Will I be remembered,
Or forgot?

We hate the world we live in,
Yet is it the world?
Or is just society,
Twisted and twirled?

Will we ever have answers,
To the questions we've asked?
Or will the demons,
Forever be masked?