the monster
The monster is gnawing at me
eating away the pain
clearing my mind
i try to stay sane
The monster is scratching at me
cutting away the memories
like strings i wonder
why am i here
The monster is whispering in my ear
telling me to come find it
i choose to wait
but i'll look later
the monster is evil
learning my deepest darkest secrets
to blackmail me
and discourage my faith
The monster is as broken as i
yet it is whole and unforgivable
a heart made of stone
but it molds like play-doh
The monster is a part of me
acting like it's gone
but it has not disappeared
it's hard to prove it wrong
What if i told you the monster is the me i wanna be
and what if i told you the monster is acually sweet
What if i told the monster isn't really a monster
but only has the same problems as i
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