When I was young, what I feared the most,
Were the monsters under my bed.
But when I grew up, I began to host,
Those monsters in my head.

As time went on, I began to find
Those monsters became my friends.
Battles ensued inside my mind
Just simple means to the ends.

Fear, doubt, and self loathing reigned,
As the three wise men inside.
Under their control, my confidence waned
And forced self respect to hide.

These monsters continue to reign supreme.
And refuse to let me be sane.
The answer differs from nightmare to dream,
Victory, or a bullet to the brain.