Crept up on me like demons do,
Hunted on my Skin,
A parasite lies between lungs,
Thrives off the displeasure and wrath,
But now there is a metamorphis,
There is a shift,
what once was so fragile, hatches out into the real world,
Exposure to subjective truths, to subjective choices,
Making decisions to heal my soul,
Create further, change more
Question Everything.
I repeat Question Everything.