We all have our demons,
Hateful, vindictive demons
Yearning for just a little sunlight.
Most are worth keeping,
Exciting at that. But are they really worth it
?
I think they are best things to have ever happened to me.
Lula-buying my anger to sleep at night,
Over exaggerating my imagination
Verifying my deepest desires.
Exploiting everyone else's darkest thoughts.
Destroying any emotion coming my way.
Young I may seem but
Old is my mind and
U are my demon.
Nothing meaningful. Just bored I guess, if you have any suggestions for a title plz let me know. I hate having my poems go with out a title.