There are demons inside me.

Monsters too.

They follow me everywhere.

And no matter how hard I try, they wont leave.

They torture me.

I cry.

There's nothing I can do.

Because, I know they are right.

They always are, and it hurts.

Am I the only one?

Am I just so abnormal?

I just want love.

But love will never exist.

At least, not for me.

The monsters and demons,

They tell me I'm ugly and fat.

That I'm unlovable.

Just one big mistake.

The world would be just fine without me.

Is this true?

I no longer know the truth.

The demons laugh,

They tell me I'm hideous,

Unworthy to be looked upon.

And I believe them.

I shun myself, keeping hidden.

I dont want to be seen...

I just want to be beautiful.

No matter how hard I try though, everyone else is better.

I will never be good enough.

I just want to be normal.

But the demons wont let me.

Am I the only one with demons?

Do others have monsters in them too?

I no longer know the truth.

But then you came, and proved them wrong.

You smiled and told me it's okay, that I was beautiful.

I was happy.

But only for a moment.

It's easy for you to say that when you yourself are beautiful.

And the demons come back.

They never leave.

Their mouths open, devouring my soul.

The teeth, the pain..

They never leave me alone.

They never will...

Not unless I can be beautiful.