demons

adults gave them to me

when i was small.

too small to understand.

and so i thought they were mine.

i deserved this gift,

asked for it,

they belonged to me

and I to them.

i must feed,

care,

shelter and obey.

these demons,

not of my making.

who adopted me.

followed me into the world.

their puppet on strings.

until

one day,

i cut them