Demons

Broken hearts smile brightly.
The most damaged are the wisest.
Although I seem bubbly and full of surprises,
My inner demons hold me tighly.

They attack me, but I never die.
They push me but I never fall.
I wait for them to end it all,
But they just torture me, and I don't know why.

They do despicable things to me.
They cover my mouth so no one hears my screams.
But I'm such a happy girl, it seems.
But that's only because you don't see what I see.

This poem is about: 
Me

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