Six

Read the poem to find out what it is.

Every time I try to be by my self you find it necessary to come in and invade my mind.
There’s no reason to hide,
You’re some devil inside
keeping me from having time to be at peace with myself.
There are bells on a hill
but why can I not hear them ringing,
it this a way to live for simply questioning how I’m living?
I swear God and the devil could not have made you alone
They must have worked as one