Within

These demons are always there,
Crowding,
Surrounding,
Suffocating.

An inner battle.
Is he the devil?

Darkness falls,
Through your eyes
His eyes glow.
Only in your reflection,
Will he sneer.

Quiet,
Secluded,
You have become.
Fear of the evil,
Being shown.

No one sees and no one knows,
You've had him,
Since seven years old.

Author's Note

All of my poems are freestyle, there is no style involved.