To the demon inside me who tries to break me,
the one who laughs at my dreams mockingly.

To the demon inside me who tears me down,
the one who’s behind my every frown.

To the demon inside me who tells me I’m fat,
and whispers no one will ever love me like that.

Where did you come from, and why are you here?
Why do you insist on filling my heart with fear?

I thought I outgrew you, had you defeated,
but on my right shoulder you’re comfortably seated.

Luckily for me, shoulders come in two’s,
and every day between you and my Angel I choose.

She sits on my left one, loving and calm,
Her strength vibrates through me like a church with a psalm.

The battle between you seems never ending,
though slowly but sure I feel my soul mending.

Your claws may be sharp, but Her wings are strong,
and she will uplift me through this journey however long.