I don’t understand
When people talk about their demons
As Screaming and Stomping and making a Scene
Mine whisper
Almost inaudible
They discreetly plant tiny seeds of doubt in my subconscious
And repeat my insecurities until they get stuck in my head like all my favorite songs
They glide
Swim through my veins
Poison my blood
They crawl into my heart and twist it
I can feel them clawing at my lungs
Causing clenching in my chest
And breathing to hurt
They’re barely noticeable
To anyone else, they aren’t at all
But they know me too well
And I know them
Too well for their little whisperings
To go unnoticed