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