Confess

I have fought the monster long have struggled against its pull the monster is, at heart, strong thrashing against my skull its pulse beats in tandem with my own yet not trapped in the same vein it's embedded beneath bone kept shaded in shame it mocks me in darkest hour my structure its battle-ground I let it have all the power succumbed without a sound I let it thrive beneath this skin heard it grind against the confines its lips twisting mine into a grin my body following its lines I gave refuge to this monster surrendered my bones to its control turned myself into a watercolour with a wash-away soul it masqueraded in my skin holding me up right where my bones were apt to cave in it pulled my muscles like strings tight the monster played the part of me in order to silence this mouth of mine dug in deep within this body created a facade that was "fine" while I shriveled up inside the monster took my place to in plain sight hide it lived right beneath my face but it was dark beneath my skin so I opened up my mouth which did indeed let the light in by letting the monster out...