The Fight

I'm suffering from an emotional cancer.
It's eating away at my sanity
Slowly multiplying and becoming the silent disease everyone fears
You know it's there, you feel it
And by the time that they realize it
It's too late,
The cancer has taken ahold of you
It's rearing its ugly head
Showing its true colors
Making you cry out in anguish at the darkest hours of night
Awakening the beast that dwells within this scar-ridden void of a soul
In a desperate last plea they attempt to look at the source
Then treatment after treatment they try
Trying desperately to make anything work
But alas it fails
All that's left of this once-brilliant lily
Is a wilted dark skeleton
A shadow in the mist

I am the emotional cancer at the heart of this mental reality.
I am the destroyer of dreams.
I reap my gold from the dying cries of those once resilient emotional walls.
You dare fight me?