Poem: Inner Demon

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Yes, you can't see me
your peripheral vision
Just out of your sight

Unease
but you can't figure out
where it comes from.

Rage out of nowhere
harsh words, angry thoughts
evaporate when you leave

Oh not all the time
can't be predictable, after all
some days are normal

Pendulum swinging
from one extreme to the other
stay away, stay away

Call your ghost hunters
call your priests and holy men
I laugh as they flail.

Just out of your sight
and my presence will haunt you
smiling until you go mad.

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