Poem: He is a Demon

A loser again.
The tears come freely.
I chose the wrong trap
and felt so good about it.
Where can I go?
What can I do?
All choices are ugly.
I am alone.
Escape!
Alarm!
Sirens blaze
throughout my entire body,
nothing comes but tears.
Tears and fleeting ideas
of "maybe" and "perhaps."
Arggg!
All of my choices are ugly.
Just when I thought
my luck may have changed;
it had -
for the worse.
He is a demon
looking to make others.
I pray for help,
spirits hear my tears.