I am being pursued by a demon.

It reproaches my scowls
and rebukes my scorn

It tells me not to hate
those who are hateful

It tells me everybody worries
why they are nothing like everybody else

It tells me to love first
rather than daring others to love me

It tells me I will have to square accounts
either sooner, or later

It tells me I am not broken
only so so weary

It tells me what I want
is more more more life

It laughs at my sorrows
telling me to laugh along

It tells me I can take far worse
and that I will

It wakes me in the night
to show me visions
of unlikely futures

It tells me it is within my power
to save my own life

It plagues me
it will not let me be
this devil happiness.