Haunting Demons

October 22, 2015

Haunting Demons,

that's who they are.

Breathing down my neck,

whispering in my ear.

Their whispers turn into screams,

telling me what I do wrong,

always pointing out my flaws.

And the funny thing is?

These Haunting Demons,

are my own thoughts.

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