Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️

Door when-they-write

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Words To My Demons
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Door when-they-write

the monsters and i get along,

a lot better than you'd probably ever think.

we have these deep conversations,

in the nighttime when i can't seem to sleep.


i connect quite well with the monsters,

like them, i don't seem to fit in.

we're the ones that the public often crucifies;

we have a slight tendency to sin.


the monsters are not what i fear,

they wear their flaws up high on their sleeves.

it's society that terrifies me most,

their own darknesses are much harder to perceive.


so to the monsters, i thank you for being there,

please always stay under my bed.

you're among the few who actually understand me,

besides the demons that live in my head.

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