Demons

For years I have not been alone
My demons are always here,
Whirling in my head like a cyclone,
Filling my body with fear.

Their words speak of such violence,
Repeating poison loudly in my mind
Always managing to steal my silence,
In my brain where they keep me confined.

Truth hurts, their words cut like a knife,
Gradually they have robbed my self-esteem,
They have taken over my entire life,
Now part of my everyday regime.

For years I have craved to be alone,
I do not want my demons here,
but to wash them away in a cyclone,
I must confront my greatest fear.