The Devils Around Me. Poem by Celestine Moonlight

I am listening to my favorite song,
when something interupted me for long,
it was not anyone or something went wrong,
it's my memories of my wrongs.

I felt very sad when I look so bad,
I am not talking about my appearence but the memories that make me sad,
most of them took away glad,
and replace me with sad.

I tried to put myself in control,
but I felt worse than a troll,
I rather put myself up to be sold,
to make me free from bold and cold.

But in the end, everything I tried were useless,
the memories were like devils,
they'll never free me from these evils,

I strugled and strugled and finally I found a place to hide,
but I know that the devils will come back and attack my evil side.