Demons Poem by Mary Gilliam

Demons are living in my brain.

They are evil.
They have sharp claws,
They dig through my mind,
Finding new weaknesses.
They plant seeds of doubt,
Hatred and sadness.
They hide behind my eyes,
In my ears whispering,
Soul crushing things.
They use their claws to dig in,
They bury themselves in my subconscious.
They never quit.

No one else sees or hears them.

Why would they?
They're normal.
They don't understand,
They never will,
But they are the safety ropes,
That keep me from going over the edge.