They say monsters
Live under our
Beds or in our
closets.
But really they
live in our heads.
Hurting us until
the day we die.
We hide away
the pain they cause,
so people don't see it.
As we cry in the
dark they whisper
All the bad mistakes
we've ever made.
Until the day we
give up and they
take over and we
become the
MONSTER.
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Dark Poems
RandomSometimes monsters just take over. This is the first thing I've ever wrote and shared. Please don't judge.
