I've made mistakes. We all have.
That little demon on your shoulder who
whispers empty promises.

Did I succumb? I did.
Giving into his words.
Self-loathing. Self-hatred.
Little did I know, the demon was
imaginary. However it's easier to listen to
insults when they are from your own mouth.
Your own demon.

Friends helped me find the light.
The mirror I looked in each morning
was easier to look into. The bed I slept
it was easier to get out of.

However that little demon.
He still remains. I wonder when
the day will be when I can finally
bury him in the ground.