She can hear us bickering
we don't intentionally try to make her life hell.
we are trying to help her.
She craves us.
We feed on her every emotion like a feast for our kind.
We'll continue as long as she can.
She wants to cry,
we hope she does
but, alas, we shall have to wait.
She only does it when shes alone.
We are her demons,
we shall never go.
She learn to hid us
Most people will never know.
Just a side note here, I'm not sure if this is a poem or a story. When I started to write it it was for a story but it progressed into this short piece. I am happy with its simplicity and it feels like I wanted to. So we shall call it a Storem
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