Monster in Me
By: Willowtuft
I think, I believe, there's a monster in me,
It moves when I move, it sees what I see.
It feels what I feel, but its self-aware,
"So how," you ask,"do you know it is there?"
It's the little things really, that give it away,
A twitch of a finger, in just the wrong way.
A thought that comes at me, out of the blue,
It convinces me of things I know are not true.
It shows its face in times I am weak,
When I'm angry and tired, and the future seems bleak.
It lashes out with a face made of sin,
With a hideous temperament, and a frightening grin.
It curses and struggles, and tears things apart,
My life, my relationships, even my heart.
And so I try to keep it locked away,
On every bright blue, sunny day.
With a terrible knowledge that it will attack,
The second, the moment, that I turn my back.
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