Hold your tongue
Don't make a scene
You don't want to lose it
Keep your record clean
I want you to watch
Merely observe
What is it you see?
Is this what they deserve
These fleeting creatures
You call them friends
Yet you hesitate to trust them
You won't let them understand
Don't let them in
For they will see
The insecure monster
That you've made yourself out to be
S t o p.
Right there
You almost let it slip
Silence your voice
Hush now
You must get a Grip
They are just going to hurt you
Like the ones that fell before
no matter how kind
Darkness is hidden in their core
Much like the rest
We are terrifying monsters
But unlike the rest
We fear ourselves so much more.