This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Xavier chapter.
Creatures watch over me.
They know what I fear most.
They know how to bring me to my knees.
They know what is wrong,
But it is right for them.
They haunt my dreams,
Make me crave what I know is not real.
They feed me false realities,
Just to raise my hopes;
Loaves of bread to feast on later.
My mind is their energy source.
It is there for them to perch on
Like the crows they are.
I wish there to be eight
So they may stop feeding on my fears,
Like crumbs in a park.
The breadcrumbs are my fears.
Each one small, but there are so many
And each one can feed the crows.