I see them all the time

in my head,

creatures made from my

negativity, stress, demons,

nightmares, and anxiety,

I see them,

eating

my leftover angels

who have jumped off cliffs

either from trying to

escape them or,

because they gave up on

me and humanity

they never stop talking,

never stop crying,

never stop clawing,

never stop blurring my eyes

from reality and the people I love,

these monsters

are imaginary,

for they are that

of my creation and

twisted evolutions

of my personality,

pieces in which I hide from people

and from myself