Monsters are in your head, not under your bed
They lurk in your soul, not under a wooden frame
You can hear their whispers in your head
Their words don’t come floating up from under you calling your name
They are inside you
Hungrily waiting for you to come to their side
Others cannot hear their words, because they are only for you
They’ve made you cry, and they have made you lie
You are their puppet made of flesh
They drag you here and there
You feel like you’re gasping for breath
As you rip out your hair
“The world would be better without you”
“Who would love you?”
They say all of these things and more
And yet, Somewhere deep inside your core
You know that they don’t have total control anymore
Monsters are in your head, not under your bed
So dear, dry your eyes and be in good cheer
For you can banish those monsters that reside in your head
And let yourself be happy for the rest of your long years