There’s A Demon Living In My Head

There's A Demon Living In My Head

There’s a demon living in my head,
But she answers to my name,
She tells me stories late at night,
That are messing with my brain,
When I stand before a mirror,
She laughs at what I wear,
The freckles sprinkled on my face,
And the way I tie my hair,
Do the people sitting on the train,
Fight these demons too?
The kind that make you doubt yourself,
And tell you what to do,
Maybe that’s why they never talk,
Because they’re screaming in their head,
Why would you hate someone else,
When you can hate yourself instead?

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