April 24, 2018

I have a monster
It isn’t the one you thought was under your bed of in your closet.
It preys on me like a fox does to an injured baby bird
It scares me. Like the unknown things in the darkest depths of the ocean.
I tell the monster I’m not scared
But, I am
I’m terrified, petrified even

My monster says things,
That stick in my head
And burns the words right there into the side of my brain
I stand up to the monster only to be pushed to the ground harder and harder each time

The monster tells me, if i listen to it and change myself, it’ll leave me alone.
That’s a lie!
I try to change but it stays, burning those words into my head.
My monster and i try to be friends,
Because i’m stuck with him til the end

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