My demons are my soulmates

For they stay through thick and thin.

Sometimes my enemies are my best friends

For they know exactly what I’m going through.

Sometimes these tears drops are my monsoon,

For they portray the weather changes.

Sometimes these words become my mouth

For they speak of things I never can.

Sometimes, or maybe all the time,

It’s just me that I am left with

And sometimes I’m scared of being with me,

But maybe sometimes,

I would love to be someone’s sometimes

Oh! but some other time maybe,

Some other time.