A monster lurks inside of me I try not to pet or feed it It's best to hide and let it be To be me, I guess I need it
My monster is honest and curt It doesn't often try to bite When it's fangs come out, it can hurt It never retreats from a fight
Not all have beasts so mean and tough I want to be loved, it not much I want to be soft, it is rough Maybe I'm mean and it's my crutch
I hurt loved ones, telling the truth Friends and strangers can get bit too My blunt, true ways have crushed the youth My monster destroys more than you
I'd slay the monster if I could It makes me weep, it makes me blue I, of all people, think I should I just want to be loved by you
This is a serious issue for me, but I love the juxtaposition when it's read like a children's poem.