Her Demons
The best friend I knew and loved
kept her secrets locked away.
Her secret demons got tired of hiding
and broke down her walls to come out and play.
The best friend I knew and loved
was lost for a while,
morphing into mood swings and avoidance.
I watched her struggle from a far
and saw the kind friend I knew
take back control in short spurts.
Seeing different sides of my best friend
didn’t make me love her less.
I saw her swallowed up in a crowd of her own making
and hoped she would let me help--
let me have her back again.
The best friend I know and love
struggles with her demons every day.
She’s still scared as she does her best
to keep those parts of her at bay,
but she feels their presence like a threat,
just waiting for their opportunity to shove her aside.
Maybe there is strength in working with her demons,
not just banishing them from appearing.
I see them waiting behind her like a posse,
ready to protect her
and back her up through any situation.
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