My deepest fear, my dearest dread
It doesn't live under the bed
Or in the closet, no instead
its residence is in my head
That monster that is me
It doesn't live under the bed
Or in the closet, no instead
its residence is in my head
That monster that is me
It tells me that I'm all aloneTo old for help, but still not grownAnd when I try to fight I'm shownThe sharpest shame I've ever knownBy the monster that is me
It tells me I'm unlovableA monster unrecov'rableA puny thing, so shoveableToo dark for up above, a full--on mosnter, that is me.
And knowing it's lying doesn't deaden its clawsOr dullen the fangs that extend from its jawsIt knows where to scratch, where to hurt, where to biteIt knows how to drain me of all will to fight
Cause the monster that hates me, that tries to sedate meThat causes irate me, that never escapes meThat monster, that monster, the thing that most hates me
That horrible monster is me.
Art by Reddit User TallulahDankhead and available here
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