I'm dancing with my demons today.
They have me writhing to and fro until I am slowly suffocating.
I am gasping for breath as they surround me on this twisted dance floor.
I let them take steps and leaps, almost getting stomped to my knees.
There are times when I am so overwhelmed that I seem to have become one with them.
But I know I am not the same, and it's lonely here.
I dance with my demons scared and lonely.
But there is pride in this loneliness, for I refuse to lose my self, my worth, to these lies and distorted reality these demons try to sell me.