My inner demon won’t let me be
It enjoys seeing me suffer
Through frailty, failure, qualms, and diffidence
It laughs at the cuts and scars I have
Is amused at my misery, anguish, and agony
To see people, I know, leave me
Forsaken, friendless, or devastated by death
My inner demon rubs salt into my wounds
When I am crying
And when I am down, depressed, and gloomy
It consumes me entirely, holds me captive
I to be inflicted of pain for its happiness.
by Susmita Mukherjee
