My demons come out so often.

That my angel has to hide.

In the angel hides the demons.

And in the demon angel strides.

 

Sometimes scary at others chaotic.

Makes me weepy and also hypnotic.

It’s tough to explain my daily fight.

The daily struggle, the daily ride.

 

I asked those demons

Where do you live?

Why do you torture me time and again?

To which the demon replied.

I live inside you with no intention of harming you.

Disturbing and torturing won’t do me a personal gain.

 

I am tired of crying.

I am tired of trying.

I wish those demons say someday.

That I am lying.

 

I stood on the bridge

With anxiety and fear.

For the demons of my life.

Had driven me here.

 

I take my step back.

Thinking that God is here.

Hoping He will take care of me.

Taking away all my struggle and fear.

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