A Beast Inside My Room

Everyday I would come home running
Straight into my room
My head inside a book

No real reason to look at the world around me
So much people
So many problems
No one takes time out to look in my eyes

I jump from book to book
Different worlds every night
I can't seem to stand the thought..

I always hear him yelling
"YOU DON'T TRY HARD ENOUGH" "YOU SEEM TO BE A WASTE OF SPACE"
But don't you see?
Can't you see?
There's a beast inside my room

And we fight everyday.
Not a single word really heard
Everyone looks but no one really sees

I suffocate in my own skin
Ever since I let him in
No one helps me fight
I look around... There's no one in sight

I come in running
Straight to my room
Where I now feel at home
With the beast, us all alone

I come running
Escaping my world
Living lives that aren't mine to have

It's been years
Now I really see
The beast wasn't only in my room
He lived inside of me

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