Demons in my Eyes
By: Danielle McGeachie
I see demons,
I tell my therapist.
They are teachers and adults,
Friends and foes,
Family and pets.
They stalk me like their prey,
And holds a knife at my throat.
I wish to become the hunter,
But I hate killing.
For every time,
That knife I say,
Pokes me in the heart.
I try to dodge,
But I bleed and bleed.
A river flows from my heart,
All because of these pesky,
Evil,
Mischievous,
Demons.
In my view,
Never disappearing.