We are the demons under your bed
We whisper to you, inside your head
We have no rules on where to guide you
Not that we need any to find you
We laugh at all your mistakes and pain
For we love to see you fight in vain
Your heartache and suffering is just
A show for us, and watch it, we must
You try to fight, dumb little child
But you can't beat us, we are wild
Your loud voices may stay in your head
But we, my friend, have got you instead
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Life and Its Discrepancies
PoesiaThis book is filled with poems from every range of my emotions, from when I'm super depressed to when I can't be happier. I don't know how long I'll keep this thing going, just know that it covers a bunch of personal things that may be considered a...
