There are no monsters under my bed
All of them come from within my head
A “what if” occurs and causes great strife
Rousing concern, I contemplate life
I am certain I know from my past
What voices think and will say at last
What if they are right and I am wrong
I’m worthless and weak, I don’t belong
Wait a minute, stop and think it through
Relax, don’t fret, they haven’t a clue
If that doesn’t help, just write it all out
Their reasoning’s off, even though they’re so loud
I know the truth, it belongs to me
I’ll yield that sword, it will set me free
I’ll win this war without being heard
‘cause in reality, they’ve said not a word
It’s not just depression or anxiety
‘cause nothing is “just”, especially to me
Great poverty and stress, so much hurt
Difficult to see value in what life is worth
Not only my pain, but others’ as well
Empathy strains and with it brings hell
If I can surpass my “demon speak”
And overcome feeling scared and weak
I’ll muddle through the difficult times
And flourish when I’m feeling fine
Each day I battle for sanity’s sake
My mark on this world, I’m bound to make