Do the people sitting all so quietly,
Fight these demons too?
Maybe sitting quiet on the outside,
But, screaming out in their head,
As why would you hate someone else?
When you can hate yourself instead?
Maybe they can hear my demons too,
Hear them laughing at my sad state,
Maybe they'd laugh too at my being,
Making me agree that I am worthless,
What if those people all around me,
Were just demons in disguise,
Wanting to hunt me down again,
And now that I was found,
Would they hurt and torture me?
Would I suffer it all over again?
-Sp
