Bruised Heart

A demon

A demon is living inside my head

That is answering to my name

She feeds me thoughts

That she calls bed time stories

When I look at myself in the mirror

She laughs at everything about me

From my body shape

To how I tie my hair up

When I walk down the street

I wonder do these people fight demons as well

The ones that control your every move
And tell you what to do

Maybe thats why she stays there

Because she can't talk herself

So she makes me speak her words and action

Also so she makes me hate myself

More that I hate my enemies