A Demon in Disguise

Spent all day crying,
overwhelmed without a reason,
can’t control my feelings.

My heart beats faster as minutes pass,
struggling to breathe,
but I have to push through.

It feels like something dark inside—
an evil spirit I can’t escape.
I am unreachable,
dragged beneath.

I’m so tired,
fall apart twice a day,
made from a broken mold.
Always alone,
even when surrounded by those I know.

Questioning why I exist,
worthless,
hopeless.

I live with people
who don’t know I exist.
I don’t want to be me anymore,
my heart is breaking under the weight of pain.

I wonder—does anyone hear me?
No one gets past arm’s length.
Am I a demon in disguise?