Denial
There is nothing inside of me
Except
My mind and
My soul
So
The whispered voice
The one I hear
The one I can't ignore—
It isn't real.
I only imagine it.
And
All the times
When I wake up lost,
Far away from home
Are because I sleepwalk.
I always have…
Haven't I?
But
If I am only me
Then where does this pain
Come from?
Where does the desire
To hurt
And to be hurt
Come from?
It can't be mine because…
…because…
Because I'm not like that.
I'm…
I'm not.
But then…
Who?
Who does it come from?
Is…
Is it from the voice?
And which is easier
And safer for me to believe?
Am I a demon?
Or is there a demon
Inside of me?