My demons are here, they scratch at my walls
They take me and steer, the demon never stalls.
My demons are thriving, they know how to ruin me.
The demons are striving, they know who they want to be.
My demons are strong, they know once I had might.
But now I am wrong, and the demons are right.
My demons are straight from Hell,
The Hell I have made myself.
See, my demons are angels that fell, my demons are full of stealth.
My demons are my own fault, I am my greatest confidence drain.
The demons came from an assault, the bullying I did to my brain.
My demons were created by me.
Then that means I may slay them.
The hero of this story I shall be.
For the monsters, you stem,

Can be defeated only by your own bravery.

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