The demons in my head
In the silence of the night
is when my demons delight.
They revel in my idleness
and bask in my helplessness.
Their voices are quiet and yet so loud
"come morning, will you be proud?"
proud of your actions from the night before.
They gleefully taunt me with this rapport.
Today is no different
and I draw no inference.
A silent night it truly is
an unholy one that loves to tease.
It teases of my unknown purpose...
Who am I? Is my destiny foreclosed?
Am I supposed to heal the world
Or should I just bill the lords?
Steal from the privileged
to enrich my own village.
Is my purpose to be a villain
and live in a lofty villa?
Am I bigger than my destiny
or will my destiny get the best of me?
Is my ambition selfish
and does it make me less girlish?
will I rule the world till i am old
or will I lose my soul and fold?
What am I? A leader or a follower?
Will they follow or say, "throw her far?"
Am I a poison that kills
or a drug that heals?
Will I be the difference
or just another mistress?
Am I enough
or am I a one off?
The silence teases
and I am uneasy
Que sera sera?
Such nonsense comfort if ever they were
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