Monsters

When I was a little girl
I let stories get to my head
When I was a little girl
I believed monsters lived under my bed
But growing up and getting older
Living life, being bolder
The monsters weren't in a place I could see
All the monsters lived inside of me
There was Hate, vicious and mean
There was Hopeless, who stole your dreams
There was Self-Hate, who painted crimson on your wrists
Then there was death, who checked the broken off his list
When I was a little girl
I looked under the bed out of fear
I'm older now
I check the mirror