Demons

I know I'm far from perfect. There are demons I still drag. I try to keep them quiet. I fight with everything I have. But some days, they get the best of me, Self doubt and fear rush in. They pepper me with negativity. As if they enjoy my pain. On these days I beg for space. Because I know, I'm not at my best Regardless of my love for you, My soul just needs to rest. I don't want you to hold me, Or ask about my day. All I want is space from you, But you always want to stay. You wait for me to come around, Glancing at the clock, In your mind, enough time has passed, So you feel that it should stop. This tells me you're annoyed with me, Though I tried to save you from the mood. But you often poke and poke at me, To the point where I get rude. I lash out at you in anger, Just to get some space, But all I get is judgement, I see it in your face. Your responses, often equal mine. Frustration, dances in your tone. Until you finally give me what I want, By leaving me alone. I know you don't do it out of cruelty, Or malice, of any kind. You're just unable to understand the chaos, Of a person, with a damaged mind.