I reach behind my eyelids,
And tear my demons free.
I demand from them the answers--
Just what is it that makes me me?

"We don't create your Karma,"
"We know not of your cause,"
"We haven't built you--blood nor bone,"
"We don't define your flaws,"

"You are who you've decided--
Structured from your strife;
Erected by your actions--
These are what count in life."

"We cannot claim to who you are,
We dwell solely where we're grown.
It's only because you let us in,
That we call your heart our home."

And so, with eyelids opened wide,
I could gaze deep within my soul.
I found no ghouls or goblins,
It was only I who held control.

I welcomed back my demons,
Seeing no fault in their claws.
It was not they who bred the dark within,
It was my own dark that gave them cause.