Monsters
I am just a little girl,
A tiny little thing.
I've got a scary monster,
Hidden within.
The monsters came out,
From under my bed,
And those monsters crawled out
And into my head.
They sent me away,
To a place all white,
Where screams were heard in the dead of night.
I finally got out.
And freedom rang,
Then the knife hit my skin again.
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