i’ve had this demon,
in my head since i was five,
telling me all my fears were true,
predicting the future,
repeating my thoughts.
for years i hated this demon.
thought he was a monster,
thought he was evil.
but he’s just broken,
hurting inside,
trying to protect me
the only way he knows how.
how could he not be big and scary?
how could he not believe in lies,
when he was forced to form here
when i was five.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 8:34 PM UTC
i’ve had this demon,
in my head since i was five,
telling me all my fears were true,
predicting the future,
repeating my thoughts.
for years i hated this demon.
thought he was a monster,
thought he was evil.
but he’s just broken,
hurting inside,
trying to protect me
the only way he knows how.
how could he not be big and scary?
how could he not believe in lies,
when he was forced to form here
when i was five.
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