Demons — Summary

Why do we pretend they're not here? Because whether you like it or not, Demons in our mind lurk, always near I'm not the angel you assume of me I'm a monster Like all that breathe Why do we live this way? Suffering in silence, Though there's too much to say Demons, demons, Let's make amends My best friends Make me sane again Help me find the side of me That my angels see Because that's far more beautiful Than this curse put upon me

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In "Demons," the speaker admits to something most people hide: the dark thoughts and struggles that live inside the mind. The opening question asks why we all pretend they aren't there, and the answer comes quickly. They are always near, whether we like it or not. The speaker also pushes back against the way others see them. They are not the angel people assume, and they call themselves a monster, though "like all that breathe," which suggests everyone carries this darkness.

The mood is raw and weary, but it softens toward the end. Suffering in silence is clearly painful, so the speaker turns to the demons and offers to make amends, even calling them "best friends." It's an odd, almost hopeful move: instead of fighting, they ask for help to feel sane again. The final lines reach for the "side of me that my angels see," a self the speaker believes is more beautiful than the "curse" they feel stuck with.

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