At the age of eight, I thought I was dying
You held me close and you started crying
Because you were not lying when you looked in my eyes at the monster you despise.

For years you let it eat at your soul
Now its child thrives within me,
draining my energy,
draining my happiness,
tugging on my chest
ringing in my ear.

Eight years on I learned
different monsters
occupied the souls around me.
Four years on I learned
that this monster
will never leave me.

I learned this monster
is good some days
and misbehaves on others
Because this monster
it's not in me
it’s part of me.

It is just about how I raise it.