I don't know why I try anymore.

We would never do that,
the demons in my head say
as they backstab me yet again,
malice in their actions and hearts
but words claiming angelic intentions

Are you sure you weren't imagining it?
the newest visitors living in my head squeal,
making me question whether it was all real

Why would we do that?
they protest
and yet that's the question I want to ask them