Monster

August 6, 2016
By kakoon BRONZE, Toronto, Other
kakoon BRONZE, Toronto, Other
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There's a monster underneath my bed

It follows me around

Whispering words of darkness

Planting it's seeds inside my head

It tells me I'll never be good enough

It tells me everyone would be better off if I were dead

This monster, it never really goes away

In fact, I've felt it's presence all day

It said to me, "whats the point? You'll never amount to much anyway"

I've tried to fight back

Knives, swords, guns and fire

Nothing can kill it's malevolant desire

And last night, it more than terrified me

When I looked in the mirror,

Only to see,

The monster staring back at me



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