Inner Battles of Good & Evil

Of angels and demons, I've witnessed a few

Disguised in various clothing.

You blink and they change as if they're deranged

And waver from loving to loathing.

They'll whisper sweet nothings alone in your ears

While quietly plotting to harm you.

They'll scoff and they'll tear and whatever they care

And grow kind just to alarm you.

You'll think you've gone mad as they change good to bad,

Disrupting your world in its turning.

"Crazy" they'll call to convince you of all

Their destruction is simply your learning.

Still you'll try and you'll fail with each little tale

To understand why this occurs.

Why they chose you out of quite more than few

And left you to only infer.

No message to guide will stand by your side

To hold your hand and lead you.

You'll struggle and learn if just to discern

That you are the one who will need you.

They'll coddle and chide yet maliciously hide

All facts from you for their cruel reasons.

So stand still and tall and know after all

You are stronger than angels and demons.