Why did I write this? Well, believe it or not, someone used to tell me that they thought I was possessed. They told me to go and pray the demons out. I didn’t know how to do that, but I tried. Others at church tried as well, but guess what? Nothing ever came out! Throughout the years I could never shake the feeling that I might be possessed. It even plagued me with a diagnosis of schizophrenia for a while. I’m glad that part of my life is over because the medication was eating my brain! Lol, anyway, I have come to the realization that I am not possessed. Thankfully it is not a factor of stress in my life any longer.
Possessed?
Within a melancholy state of mind
I sing
I dance
Block out the thoughts
Could these thoughts possibly be mine?
Maybe they are not
Perhaps an evil spirit sits
Upon my back and whispers in
Things I never wanted to find out
Or wished I had forgot
Am I possessed, you ask
How preposterous that sounds
To think that you would think of such a thought
Perhaps I am oppressed
As demons crawl around my head
They try to burrow lies inside
Accusatory thoughts
Just say a prayer, they said
Yet I did not know how to pray
The demons out that were not there
Even though evil may chase me
Even though I get confused
They will never enter into
A place where I am sealed
I know that if someone hates me
It is not their hate that stands before me
But influences from spiritual realms
That most are too afraid to see