I delude myself into believing I am finally free

Of the ghosts and demons that never let me be.

Every year

I make the foolish foolish FOOLISH mistake

Of believing they are going to give me a break.

Every year

They slide under, ease their cruel torment,

Make it seem they are done, they are spent.

Every year

I think I am finally, finally, FINALLY free

And simply exist, simply just be.

To let myself relax, take in the world, to see

And simply breathe, simply just be.

Every year

When I am unsuspecting, have let my guard decrease,

They attack, calling for the peace to cease.

Every year

They come forth with all their might

And begin the dance again, restart the fight.