Other adults laugh at me when I tell them I believe in monsters
They tell me monsters, they're only real in my head
But I don't snap I stand stronger than my own back bone, look them dead in the eyes and say
"That's the most dangerous place for them to be"
When I finish a shower I dry off and put on clothes like everyone else
So why do I still feel so ***** and naked.
**** right monsters exist in my mind, it's always battle, these monsters exist in abundance in the world
They cause hate, ****, ******, they worship misery and bring it with them wherever they go.
I still fight with my monsters, and they haven't won in a long time, but when they do they pull the blood right from my skin.
How dare they inhabit my body, how dare they walk around as me taking my days away
Don't tell me monsters don't exist when i am one some times.
I can only hope to fight it, but the monster is part of me