There is a monster It is an invisible monster It is an intangible monster It is wild It destroys all things inside & out It is wild & random It throws tantrums on whim & nothing is done Because no one can see That there is a monster It is wild, random, & deformed It is an uncontrollable monster But it is possible to tame With either pills or death. The problem becomes "Which is better?"
This poem is referring to the struggle of having mental disorders