Money

Paper demons running my life
Sit in a tunnell and see no light
hold my fears close to my heart
if I dare show pain at all
They'll tear me apart
hidden emotions hidden thoughts
I must get away
This shit has to stop
no matter how hard I work
They work harder
No matter how far I run
They run farther
a knife to my legs
my heart feels so fake
razor in my hand
my wrists, its touch, bitterly demand
no I will not quit
the war is not over
I will not go back
I refuse to start over
the tears no longer spill
I've learned to push them back all too well
Paper demons poking and stabbing
I bleed from wounds unseen
yet nothing, nothing will I let stop me
the shaking at night
from pain and fright
is my only sign of losing
but the small release is slightly soothing
reveal no more pain than that
none shall know of my shameful dance
because for them and the paper demon
I preen, I smile, I prance
I no longer care though
For I shall have the last laugh
-K.A.H.