i have a friend
he is a monster, indeed
and I guess his name is Ted
but even more importantly
he doesn't live under my bed
but in my head you see
no one else can hear him
the only person is me
he fills my head with conflict
that mean, old, nasty thing
I really cannot stand him
but it's odd; to him I cling
it really doesn't make sense
this monster in my brain
but I guess he'll always be there
I will have to live with that*
*but I don't even know his name.