Why do we hate our demons?

Is it because we fear them?

Or is it hate?

Why must we despise

What we know to be ourselves

Either we realize or not

They come from us

They are pieces of us

That make up the foundation

In all we are and know

We stuff them in boxes

Put them in corners

So that we may ignore them

And hope for the best

They are still there

Lurking behind doors

They never leave

Just sitting there watching

So what if we faced them?

What if we tried to help

Tried to understand why they are

They were once us

Not so long ago

So why do we fear ourselves

Since we know no one else better

Why not unmask these phantoms

And bring them to light?

We know what they are

We know why they are

To be honest with oneself

Is to realize

That not everything

Belongs in the light