The Demon Inside

By David Vorhees The Demon Inside of me, Always here, I’m never free, Sometimes he whispers, sometimes he shouts. Laughing as he fills me with doubts. Letting me know how worthless I am How I am nothing but a sham. Letting me know I will never succeed, Letting me know I will never be freed. He loves to tear me down, Throws me in the deep end hoping I drown. Keeping me from becoming what I should be, Every failure his feeding frenzy. He sees me so completely. He reminds me that I am a nobody. The Demon inside hates me Because the Demon inside is me.