Strange things swirl, As I dream at night, Swirling round' and round', They come close, Then push out far, I don't understand them, As I reach deep sleep, The voices in my head, Tell me mean thing's about me, They yell, They scream, They laugh at me, Their jokes are harsh, and cruel. Then when day comes, I'm a bitch, They ruin my life, They hurt my feelings And make me cry! It's so unfair, When one night I see their faces, Ugly are they, They look like angels, Who have been beat, to hell by demons! I believe the demons, Try and protect me, From their rude comments, But they talk on and on, And I understand why, They think they are, All powerful but they are not, Finally, my demons beat them down, The demons are kind, People hurt their feelings, By calling them evil, No they aren't evil. They are my friends!!!
Reason for writing:
666 to u all!!!
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