Down the hall there is no beast,
There is no monster
It is only you
Deep down inside you've always feared knowing who you really are, how the world sees you
But if you take a couple steps,
traverse that short distance
You will come face to face with everything you have always known,
Yet refused to accept
You see all your faults,
Your imperfections,
And suddenly there is a monster
You.
YOU ARE READING
My Dark Analogy
PoetryThe demented side of my mind is like the inside of a engine. -L