Demons

You yell at me for keeping everything in,
like some sorta steel bin.
When the truth is I learned how to handle what's inside,
without having to confide.
The way to meet my demons as they escape,
ready to meet my fate.
The way to battle a impossible
foe with a remarkable strength,
from deep within.
Little by little I begin,
to fill the void that is called my heart,
and tear it apart.
I do this until I cannot feel,
a thing like a heart made of steel.
This is what I do not only to stay alive,
but do the unimaginable, strive.