It's always there, yet never seen
It has no weight, yet still bears down
It has no voice, yet always screams
It has no mass, yet still can drown
It has no legs, yet follows me
It has no strength, yet pushes me around
It has a presence, yet i cannot see
It has no arms, yet holds me down
It has no mind, yet still can think
It cannot hurt me, yet still i hide
It is solid, yet i still sink
It has no power, yet still i abide
It's with me each and every day
It has no matter, yet hides the stars
It does not leave and it does not stay
Can you guess what my demons are?
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