There is a little demon
Which lives inside my head
And when he feels like emerging
I do whatever he says
There are no scheduled patterns
No assessment, tasks or deeds
And when he shows his true colors;
Nothing can fulfill his needs
His needs are very complex
Entailing endless bouts of pain
And when you think “it’s over”
Still, you never feel completely sane
He’ll run you through the ringer
He’ll rake you through the coals
He’ll take away all dignity
Leaving you defenseless, baring no soul
He hurts your loved ones most of all
Causing much suffering and pain
But once again, what else is new,
Living with a person who’s utterly insane
