People only see the outside of you
They don’t see the demons swirling around
Underneath the thin surface separating the two
People scoff at the idea of me having them
“You couldn’t possibly have any, you are
To sweet!”

But alas that is a bitter thought as they walk
Away. Multiple demons haunt me and live
Inside me, some stay their thirst on terrible
Whiskey and burning ***. Others breathe
Thought the smoke that fills the lungs. Another
Feeds on the negative emotions and destructive
Thought I have about myself. But the last of them
Lives by spitting tobacco and leading the others

I have demons just like anyone else, I just hide
Them better than others. The demons though
Have a terrible hold and grip on me. I can’t escape
Them but I got to the point that I’m accepting them
Now. But who’s really in charge now, me or those
Demons?