Would you spare some time and lend an ear?
There's a secret I must confide,
After years of prodding I know the truth,
Of where my demons go to hide.
It's the constant whispers in my head,
And these voices that I hear,
Them struggling at the edges of,
These masks I often wear.
Be wary of the demon's wrath
Is what they often said,
Yet never seemed to strike at me,
And stayed beneath the bed.
Now that I am losing grip,
And these masks begin to break,
I fear the wrath my demons claimed,
As my true self begins to wake.
But the truth of why my demons hid,
Has become clear for all to see,
While my demons had me terrified,
They had always been afraid of me!
