Am I a monster and I just don't realize it.

Are all my problems in my head?

I try to stop the way I feel but I just can't help it.

And when I try to talk about it.

It never comes out right and I just end up making the matters worse.

I am a Walking Disaster?

Should I be medicated and locked away forever so I can no longer hurt the ones I love maybe they are better off without me.

I am like an earthquake All I do is cause disaster. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale