Fighter

Around 2 am

we run and hide

from the demons

lurking us inside.

Thrashing and screaming,

they try to get out.

We must learn to fight them

with no doubt.

When they learn you're

not letting them in,

they start to whisper

words from within.

Reminding you of things

you'd rather forget,

things you've pushed down

and wished you'd never met.

The bathroom is calling

with it's small silver tools,

but we mustn't give in,

we've set our own rules:

It matters not whether they're

big or they're small,

the demons inside mean

nothing at all.

What matters most is

your opinion of you,

and you are pretty cool,

that much I know is true.

So put down the blade,

put down that lighter.

You're beating demons now.

You are a fighter.