Demons


Demons everyone has them
Some small and cute
Some large and terrifying
Some people have hundreds some have one.
I have one demon
The dark hand that removes the thoughts of love and peace from my mind
The devil that sits on my shoulder whispering in my ear
Taking from me what peace I have
My demon is repressed by medication that clog my throat
Only to come back stronger than before
My heart racing so fast my chest feels like a ticking bomb.
Ready to blow at the drop of a hat
My voice gone ripped from me by those black wispy hands
My body trembling as the earthquake of emotions run over me
My demon doesn’t leave he only hides behind my self assurance and love.
Turning them to low self esteem and terror.
My demon is anxiety what’s yours.

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