this is not an aesthetic
this is not for you
this is not a cry for help
this will follow one rule

this is not a story
nor it be a eulogy
i will write only one
never to make a trilogy

words are nothing more
than tools used to communicate
but what we do with words
is up to us to create

this is not aesthetic
nor is it for you
for this poem is my own
mindless blather

There’s a devil
That sits on my shoulder
It tells me all the things
I should know when I’m older

There’s a devil
In my head
That talks and talks
Saying it wants me dead

There’s a devil
In my heart
Telling me
I was done before the start

There’s a devil
Burrowed in my brain
Taking all my aspirations
And throwing them down the drain

There’s a devil
In my soul
Ripping it up
And swallowing me whole

There's a devil
In my mind
I wish it would leave
So  I could find

A little bit of peace
A little bit of freedom
A little bit of joy
And a little bit of love to give.