The Monsters
The monsters aren't under my bed
They are trapped in my head
The monsters don't live in the dark
They live mixed in with all of my thoughts
The monsters aren't trying to hurt people or scare little kids
They are trying to remind me that no one will love me, no one will care
The monsters are real
No matter what everyone else says
The monsters aren't under my bed
They are trapped in my head
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