Demons

I’m not even sure if they’re real anymore.

These demons…

I’ve told their story as if they’ve existed for as long as I can remember.

But looking back, I’m beginning to wonder if it was my stories that gave them life?

I’m not even sure if I’m real anymore.

I’ve given the background info of my life so many times

That it feels less like memories and more like a fabrication.

How can you tell if you’re still present?

Is it in how many edited pictures you post of yourself on social media?

Or might it be found in every miniature bio that you type up to best sum up your existence in less than so many characters?

I can’t tell the difference any longer.

It’s as if my mind has melted into the masses and I’ve no longer been thinking for myself.

But the demons still whisper to me, I just can’t tell if maybe what’s really happening is that I’m just talking to my reflection?