“yes of course” the Monster says,
the internal vendetta pulsing through my head.
“no, i’m not being sarcastic” It rolls Its eyes mockingly –
the venomous twinge all the more obvious to me.
It thrashes and gnarls and hisses and growls,
the words that he says only make It angrier.
again and again, i try to stop It;
hold It inside. and yet…
It escapes.

It takes control.
It yells and screams.
my head trying to hold It in
feels like it’s on the verge of bursting
my mouth trying to keep those cruel words
from escaping. And yet, i agree with the Monster –
i want to cry; i want to yell; i want to fight against these
invisible restraints – the ones keeping me silent.
brokenly i grin. success, but at what price?