Monster

The monster is not inside the closet,

it’s not under the bed,

the monster lives inside of me,

whispering fears into my head.

 

It makes sure I will understand

the hidden meaning of the word,

so even the kindest niceties,

cut me deeper than a sword.

 

all sound is filtered, colors cut,

all is rude, sharp and grey.

The beauty in the world is not for me,

I won’t die just slowly wither and decay.

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