I don't fear your demons; we've met before.
The problem we face is that your demons wont let you see mine. They cast a veil so that you can't see the battles I wage.
If you did, you'd recognize that while yours were forged of pressure, tension and demand - my demons were molded of deprivation, hunger and strife.
If they met, they wouldn't find strength and grow too large for us to tame.
If they met, we might no longer need to vanquish them; they might shake hands, sit down, and find peace together.
If we let them.