My demons are consuming me, I try to hold them back. They're getting stronger, everything that happens always gets worse. I know my life isn't that bad, and it could be way worse. It always can be worse, I just. I try to be strong, I try to put on a brave face. I try to, I build up my walls. I try not to cry, I try not to show who I really am. I'm a scared little girl, who has her inner demons holding her captive. They won't let her live, won't let her flourish. They shove a mask onto her,  and tell her to hide herself. They tell her the world is terrible, all they show her is the truth. They don't care about her emotions. They obliterated them, and laughed and smiled. She has tried to escape, tried to see the world in a new way. Feel love, show kindness, be friendly. But she gets broken, and she runs back to those demons who are all she has now. The ones who never told her it would get better. They know the truth, they have taught her to be scared of all humans. Which she is, she can't even order or buy something without being terrified of the person behind the counter. She has been disappointed and injured, she believes all humans are the same. They will all break her trust love and hope. She cannot grasp that there are good people out there, her mind is too corrupted to wrap around it. So she doesn't try, yet, she does, she still tries to find love. A home, to tell her the truth when needed. But hide her from the hurt and pain. She continues her search, not knowing if she'll find it. She shows her true self to them, only for it to be broken. Laughed at and beaten until she hides again. The world hasn't accepted her