Little Demon

I open my chest to see whats inside & inside a little demon is what i find.
Indeed the demon is small, yes that's true, but I do feel the need to hide it from you.
Hiding it from you only makes it grow & soon my little demon will start to show.
You'll see that I've lied & see me for who I am, a demon hiding maniac who is afraid she will attack.
I distance myself and cross the line, for this little demon has killed me inside.

My chest is still open, i sew it back up & cover it always, it's the scar i do not trust.
My chest hurts very bad, I must confess, all cause I wanted to see inside my chest.
Why did i open it? What did i expect to see?
Something i wanted? Something for me?

That demon is mine, designed for me, nothing I've been sure of more posotively.
Since it was designed for me, I'm the one who must conquer, I am the one who will come out stronger. 
I draw my sword, close my eyes, & make an attempt to slash its side.

I open my eyes to see what I've done, I open my to see that the war is not won.
No not even close, though i have slashed its side, but maybe our demons we are not meant to fight.
Possibly they are meant to live by our side.

If we leave them alone, we will live in peace. 
They were not made to harm you, no, that could never be, only there to remind you of what you don't see.

Our demons are there to be our friends, our demons will be with us till the end.