A Little Devil Poem by David Keig

I have this little demon
That lives inside my head
I’ve never ever seen him
But I’m sure that he is red.

Those times when I feel happy
He’ll stoke a fire for me
So my good mood is soon replaced by
Full-on anxiety.

When I’m asleep he’s busy talking
When I wake he’s in my ear
I simply can’t escape him
And his chatter's all too clear.

I hate this little demon
And it's now me who's feeling red
So I’m taking all these little pills
To ensure that he's soon dead.