What's inside

Poeple laugh,

some even cry

Nobody can denied 

their true feelings inside

So we rage 

and even fight 

But what's stopping the monster inside

No one really knows.

Nobody really cares. 

It's all a matter of when and where.

Dragging and pounding 

on our own stilettos

The monster will come 

and the monster will go.

Taking part of those creepy stilettos.

So let's live and embrace.

Cry and be mad.

Before the monster comes crawling, 

dragging us to Hell.