There is a monster in all of us.
Sometimes it stays hidden from the world.
Deep down inside us,
never to be seen with a naked eye.
But sometimes
it pushes itself to the surface.
Scratching and clawing
on whatever it can grab.
The ugliest part of you,
that you tried so hard to hide,
is now a reality,
destroying every ounce of hope
you have left.
That monster continues to grow
inside of me.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC
There is a monster in all of us.
Sometimes it stays hidden from the world.
Deep down inside us,
never to be seen with a naked eye.
But sometimes
it pushes itself to the surface.
Scratching and clawing
on whatever it can grab.
The ugliest part of you,
that you tried so hard to hide,
is now a reality,
destroying every ounce of hope
you have left.
That monster continues to grow
inside of me.
I know I have not posted anything on here in quite a long time. I do apologize.
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