Falling Apart

When my demons bid me dance
it is not with gentle laughter,
They hit me from every direction,
until I am bruised and battered.

It is always violent,
the constant back and forth.
My blood on these walls splattered,
East, West, South, North.

When the discordant tune begins
I hope it will not last long.
Though like an endless melody
it keeps a steady song.

Where I begin and where I end,
are a mystery I can barely see.
I want to scream and cry
and be left alone, just me.

Too many depend upon
my non existent strength.
To escape them all
I would go to many lengths.

But here I am a dervish,
whirling to devilish tunes
though all you see is a smile
and gently called " hope to see you soon."