The demons that hide in my mind,
are not really that hard to find,
they breathe fire and burn my soul,
destroy my confidence I cannot be whole.

Why must I feel this way?
Does everyone from time to time?
Self-doubt whispers getting louder,
am I possessed by demons?

Their words rip my thoughts to shreds,
creating migraines, I hide in my bed,
the inner voices, from where do they come,
I don't know but they make me numb,

Lost in my mind with no way out,
I can only scream and shout
loud obscenities, but they defy,
I want to rip them from inside.

Drink does not cure the pain,
nor does the medication,
music helps to tune them out,
but only till the next silence.

Red eyes haunt the corners,
bifurcated tails swish in the silvered mist,
fork tongues flick from the shadows,
I may need an exorcist.