The Demons Adore Me
They no longer sneak into my soul in the middle of the night
Whispering mean things about me, hurting my feelings.
Because that is no longer satisfying
Now they laugh as I clench my teeth in the day time
So hard that my tongue gets cut on the sharp edges
My tongue cannot leave the edges alone
Any more than the demons can leave me alone.
They slap me upside the head and make fun of my whines.
You know nothing! You are nothing! As worthless as they come.
It is difficult to ignore them and they are getting
LOUDER.
I sit here among others, pretending I am good.
Bright, cultured, not refined, but at least normal.
There is no normal about me.
The demons are gut-punching me.
One is pinching the back of my neck hard.
They want me to live down to the negativity they have brought
I am swimming in the middle of Devil River, but I do not let on.
Wanting to fit in.
wondering
if
any
of
the
others
have
demons
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