I try to get rid of you. I want you to leave me alone.
Why did you choose me to be your "happy" home?
You are changing me into a person I don't want to be.
But secretly, without you I wouldn't be complete.
You are trying to control me and I putting up a fight.
But you make me feel safe through the fearful nights.
I love you but I hate you. I know it doesn't make sense.
But you are the only one that stands up for me when things get tense.
I'm confused and scared at the same time. Isn't this some shit?
Why did you had make angry instead of kind?
I have rushing thoughts going through my mind.
I realized my "friends" are trying to make me blind
They telling this is my imagination that got me in a bind.
This monster inside of me is the only one that's here for me.
But everyone has a monster inside of them, don't you agree?
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