Demons

I’m stuck in that awkward place

Between desolation

And optimism

I tend to be giddy

And lovely 

And all sorts of happy for no reason

And people laugh and wonder

How one person can have such a pure soul

But they don’t know

They don’t know anything

What a pretty smile

What a carefree laugh

That’s what they say

If they were to see me at night

I’m the loneliest girl I know

And it’s just so ironic

In my haven 

I scream

And I curse

And I throw things for no reason

I’m not violent

I’d never hurt a thing

But alone at night she comes out

My demon

My angel

She lets me be hurt and lost and confused

But it’s healing as much as its hurting

You wouldn’t understand

You’re not in my head

It’s a dark place I hope no one has to see

But it’s there

Always there

My smile is pure

My laugh is the truth

But my demons come out at night

Reviews

[Storm K.]

I really like this - in a strange way, it's easy to relate to. I can imagine many people feel they have 'demons' but I love the way that with this poem, you don't know if it's real or psychological. Also, nice use of contradictions. Great poem :)

[Molly Garnet]

Thank you so much!