Demons

You couldn’t handle my demons the way that I do
The thing is, I never asked you to
I didn’t want you to fix me, just to hold my hand
I didn’t want you to catch me, or to help me stand
I just wanted you to be there
I just wanted you to care
I know I’m a lot to handle
Plenty more than a handful
Anxiety holds me back
Depression reminds me of what I lack
Panic attacks and overstimulation
PMS and indignation
But there is something that you fail to see
They are them, and I am me
They are not who I am, they merely dwell inside
Between the two of us, there is a clear divide
But I am the one who has to fight, the one who has to deal
It was never your responsibility to ensure that I heal
You took that role upon yourself, despite my protests
This was a decision that you came to regret
All I ever asked was for you to love me in those moments
To never think less of me, although I am broken
But you couldn’t do that, at least not for long
And I can’t really blame you, though you handled it all wrong
To you, I was my truest self, which can be overwhelming
Still, I wish you hadn’t been so goddamn condescending
My fight will never end—you got to escape
I’m left with deep-seated wounds—you walked away with scrapes
I gave you what you wanted, I opened up completely
You did more than change your mind, you comprehensively
Rejected me
But I am more than my demons, babe
And I always will be