Tea party.

I entertain my demons in private parties.
They show up for tea & stay for the feast.
I wonder if ever there's a time they do not exist.
But I guess at some point I needed them to live.

They pick the bones, sing little songs & merry all around.
I wonder if I should ask them to stay until dawn.
They jeer & snicker & point out all my facade.
Then I'm alone again wondering what I did wrong. 

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