When we are our own little demon.

The hidden emotion crept out slowly, taking over the self we try to mask up.

Where we tear ourselves down, and shut the world out.

Days after days, we tell ourselves we will be alright.

Yet we doubt ourselves, when will the day we will be fine?

The day when we can smile and truly be happy.

The day when we can stop masking up, and we are able to face ourselves

and others.

When we will not be afraid to just be ourselves,

and not being the puppet of the world.

Till the day it arrives.

or else we will never get better.