The demons of the past
Haunt my mind and
Compell the thoughts
That were never happy
Telling me to die
And sometimes,
To hurt the ones I love

At least, when
They were looming within
My chaotic surroundings
I had the choice to be angry,
To think tradgedies.
But now my thoughts,
They aren't my own
And the demons that haunted my past
Live in my brain
And will never subside
Nor leave their makeshift home.

They show themselves
From time to time.
I tend to see them,
Only from the corners of my eyes.
They're like flashes of black
Whipping in the air.
Maybe they want to be seen?
But only by me...
Whatever they want,
All I know is they're after me.

As I carry on with the days,
Pointlessly
As they come and go
In a whirling blur
Slow but fast
As I'm waiting for some occurrence
Nothing significantly changes
They're still here
I'm still overmedicated
And people don't know
How angry, how sad I am

What would they do,
If they knew?
Probably treat me different
Like a freak
And that's if they cared enough
Besides, they all know
I'm at least-crazy