I am addicted to the idea of love
The idea of someone else loving me
I fantasize about others liking me, admiring me, validating me
Because deep inside of me there lies an inner demon
An inner demon that is so starved of affection
That it desperately looks externally for any source of confirmation
When I am alone, this inner demon comes out
It twists its slimy, needle-like claws and clings on for dear life
By filling my head with its constant words of insecurity
I am so terrified of this demon that I surround myself with people
People who have made it so obvious they do not care about me
But I would rather spend time with them
Than have to be in the company of myself
Than have to come face to face with my worst enemy-
Myself