I don’t understand
When people talk about their demons
As Screaming and Stomping and making a Scene
Mine whisper
Almost inaudible
They discreetly plant tiny seeds of doubt in my subconscious
And repeat my insecurities until they get stuck in my head like all my favorite songs
They glide
Swim through my veins
Poison my blood
They crawl into my heart and twist it
I can feel them clawing at my lungs
Causing clenching in my chest
And breathing to hurt
They’re barely noticeable
To anyone else, they aren’t at all
But they know me too well
And I know them
Too well for their little whisperings
To go unnoticed

you used to have
the brightest eyes
they changed color in
the light
or when you felt
something new

theyre gray now
most of the time
sometimes they still change
to blue

but they never
turn yellow
you dont let them
you dont think you
deserve
to be happy

hes a monster
and you were pure
monster: an inhumanly cruel and wicked person
monster: a thing or animal that is excessively or dauntingly large
monster: a congenitally malformed or mutant animal or plant
he was all these
things to you
and more

it wasnt his fault
monsters feed on purity
and ***** it
he was pure too
but his monsters took it away

pure: free of any contamination
pure: wholesome and untainted by immorality

none of us in this world
are pure
anymore

even if the monsters
dont get us
we become our own

im sorry that i became a monster to you