Enemys Poem by Amy Kerswell

Load of enemys are out there.
They all want to bring me down.
Enemys from the past.
Still viseualise in my head.
If not in person.
Somehow they are there.

In my head and fears they stay.
Reminding me each day.
They want me dead.
Or locked away.
They want me out the way.

I have enemys out there.
They wont stop
Untill im gone
One way or the other.
They want me dead and gone.

They keep coming back in my head
Reminding me what they did
Speaking to me when others cant hear.
I cant fight this anymore
These are my demonic demons
That want me gone.

So now im beginning to give in
They are beginning to win.
I wish I were stronger.
I wish I could win.