Discarded

This is about the inner struggle.Your own angels and demons.

No!not from mitosis or meiosis,

this here; product of two sexes.

identity tarnished, demons famished

lifes not a game of black and white chexes.

roar out she yells

stop!no!they snare

one scream away from being a diagnosis.

being proper; demanded

otherwise; discarded

institutionalized, neigh telepathy unreal 

mind fakes maze,body areal.

grow them out,

horns, preferentially halo,

hide em,cometh the grin then swallow

sticks and stones

concede trickle and tear

struck inward, miffed souls

buck up,smirk and simper.