There are demons behind my eyes

They see what I see

They whisper in my ears

They try to bring out the worst in me.

 

Temper kicks at my hotspot, right behind my heart

Pushing for me to explode the way she wants me to

I struggle to keep my cool

No, I promise, I'm not mad.

 

Selfish hates to share

She hisses when I do

Sometimes, I follower her lead, but not much

Because of course, what's mine is yours.

 

Agression would like to throttle me

It's always the worst when I don't listen 

She knows what she wants, as do I,

But no, it's fine, we can do that instead.

 

Most days, I keep them at bay

But sometimes, I am too weak

They blindfold me and stretch their aching limbs

They're ready to play.