It’s the demons.

They live within.

They control my mind.

I give them the strength they need.

It’s the demons.

They are in hiding.

They come out when it’s convenient for them.

It’s the demons.

They growl and roar.

It’s them who leave the scars on my wrists.

They control my every thought.

They control with a smug look on their nasty faces,

but they know what they seem to be doing.

It’s the demons.

All of them.

There must be hundreds living in my mind.

I am allowing them to control me.

I am who allows them to be free.

It’s me,

Who lets them hide in these dark thoughts of mind.

However,

It’s my time to shine.

It’s my turn to show these demons,

Who hide away in my mind.

It’s my turn to show the demons who is in charge.

It’s my time to control my every thought.

It’s my turn to give these demons a smug look.