Charity Shopping

Giving demons your change
as though they deserve something from you.
All they want is your soul, crushed
your nightmares to chew.

I want the worst parts of you;
your paranoia, aggression and anger.
I'll wear you instead of me,
leave my childhood on the hanger.

Tags still attached but I can't be returned
I lost the life from behind the eyes
donated anonamously to a charity shop.
Clamouring to be bought but denied replies.