Thought Catalog #5

My words aren’t meant to contradict what I do, but the way I’m treated hurts the demon inside of me so much that it prods and kicks at me to let it out, the way I’m treated feels like deformed clay that anyone can leave a dent on. It burns right through my skin leaving me gasping for air; for I am indeed stuck in between, given too many thoughts, so many, that sometimes multiple demon babies grow up without notice. 

                                                            The Meticulous Button 

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