Why do we pretend they're not here?
Because whether you like it or not,
Demons in our mind lurk, always near
I'm not the angel you assume of me
I'm a monster
Like all that breathe
Why do we live this way?
Suffering in silence,
Though there's too much to say
Demons, demons,
Let's make amends
My best friends
Make me sane again
Help me find the side of me
That my angels see
Because that's far more beautiful
Than this curse put upon me
YOU ARE READING
Poetry, I guess
PoetrySome poems I write, usually when I'm a bit down. Hope they're relatable or something I guess
