You think I'm perfect. I know that I'm not. I hope you're starting to see it too. Can you see them now, All my demons and monsters? They're a little shy, So they hide at first. But every so often, I get into a fight With my parents Or sometimes a friend, And those ugly little things Make their first appearance. They hold my heart captive, Use it to control my mind. They tear me to shreds, And I let them. Because if I don't, They'll find a new victim. And I'd rather they hurt me, Than someone I love.