Oh the monsters in my head,
Why do they want me dead?
They sneak and weave into my head,
Their mission always to deceive, to hurt and shred.
All I want is a reprieve oh, but the monsters in my head,
All they want is for me to wind up dead.

What if the monsters achieved their goal?
Would anyone even care at all?
Would anyone notice the plain girl now gone?
Would anyone notice when she was already so withdrawn?

No. 

No because nobody knows what she has undergone,
Nobody knows why she is so withdrawn.
Nobody knows why the monsters in her head,
Why the monsters so badly want her dead.

Nobody knows.