The Presence

There's something inside of us
that we're all trying to destroy
An apparition, phantom presence
that we're trying desperately to ignore

We've built walls around it
shackled it in chains
Poisoned it with medications
but still the presence remains

It whispers to us constantly
Although, we pretend we can not hear

We turn up our TV's
hoping the sound will drive it away
We create thousands of sources of entertainment
Just to distract us from its pain

Still it lives inside us
and grows stronger everyday

Whispering sadly to us:

"Everyone may be following the same path
but they're all going the wrong way"