I'M Inferior

I hear the whisper at night, I tell everyone i'm alright. I lay in a bed so cold, my demon's hand to hold, I press my face into the pillow, I scream my words unsaid. I twist myself into the blankets, tie myself in knots, tangled within my mind. I stare at the ceiling until it becomes a sky. I stare at the sky until it becomes night. I stare at the night until I can force myself to believe i'm alright. Until I can force myself to believe monster only live in fairytales, believe that every nightmare ends and every story gets a happy ending. I stare at the night sky painted on my ceiling and force myself to believe a society built upon lies. I force myself into calm and I struggle to stay carefree, I strain to laze. I stay in a constant state of panicked interior and a polished exterior.