Inside of me, monsters are chained,
I tried many times to let them go
But I believe that they are trained
To bring memories back from a long time ago.

And if they constantly remind me of my past,
I can't get rid of them
They are moving way too fast,
As if they didn't want me to write this poem.

What can I do now, I'm asking you ?
Try to give them what they want, maybe
But they don't want my soul, just the truth
And I can't admit what I've done, I'm sorry..

It's like I'm made of different things
I can feel the monsters in my heart,
Holding it to stop its beating,
They're gonna tear my dreams apart.

I'm the prisoner of your hopes now,
You have put all your faith in me
I know I have to win somehow
That fight against the monsters willing to get free.

But the soldier inside my mind
Is fighting against the monsters
Be careful, you poor and little man,
They're so close to my heart, don't make me suffer.

This is how I found a reason to fight,
I swallowed back my pride, and I wrote
The truth on a piece of paper, late at night,
This poem is the daughter of hungry ghosts.