By Anastasia Burton
I have demons in my head,
They keep tormenting me,
They scream and stomp all around my bed of freshly made confidence.
I cry for them to stop, to hush just for a moment,
Let me fix my bed and sleep,
They don’t listen to my pleas and ignore my silent tears.
I hide my shameful demons from the world,
I’ll answer, “I’m fine” and “It’s okay”,
I’ll lie and lie about my shameful demons, because I’m privileged,
I have a home, I have clothes, I have food and I am safe.
They would prescribe drugs to me, test me like a rabbit,
Look at me as though I was no more than a helpless chit,
Complaining about the next generic thing.
“It’s for attention” said my mother when I wished to end it all,
Leaving me completely defenseless overall.
Every day is a struggle to push down my sobs,
The demons never stop their uncertified bobs,
My head spins with thoughts of suicide,
If only it was so easy to decide.
They say the demons hush and go away once there’s nothing left for them to break,
I shall stand undefeated, because God help me if I don’t get some sleep.
