I smile,
I fake it,
I try to make it,
But I fall on my face,
Every **** time.

No one to help me,
To make me feel better,
I'm fighting a demon,
No one can see,
No one but me.

He tells me I'm ugly,
That you deserve more,
I'm a horrible mother,
I should die on the floor.

I try to push him away,
But the harder I fight him,
The worse he gets,
Tells me lies about you,
I can't help but believe.

I've been trying to be better,
But he's in my head,
Whispering these things,
That make me go crazy.

How can I fight him,
All on my own?
-Bee-