There is this little monster,
That torments me day and night,
That my peace does squander,
And my teddy cannot fight,

It comes to me in darkness,
This little monsters power,
Its eyes they’re heartless,
From the cold I can’t help but cower,

There is this little monster,
Who everyday does mock me,
And Ensures I will not prosper,
It will not let me be,

It tends to haunt me often,
Sometimes in the light,
Its words do never soften,
And its hold on me is tight,

There is this little monster,
Who loves to see me cry,
I pray for its departure,
And it wishes for my spark to die,

It watches me each day,
And knows my every thought,
It waits for me to decay,
And my wound for which it sought.

There is this little monster,
That no one else can see,
Nobody else does it bother,
Because this little monster-lives in me.