I think, I believe, there\'s a monster in me,
It moves when I move, it sees what I see.
It feels what I feel, but it\'s self-aware,
\"So how,\" you ask,\"do you know it is there?\"
It\'s the little things really, that give it away,
A twitch of a finger in just the wrong way.
A thought that comes at me from out of the blue,
It convinces me of things that could never be true.
It shows it\'s face in times I am weak,
When I\'m angry and tired, and the future seems bleak.
It lashes out with a face made of sin,
With a horrible temperament and frightening grin.
It curses and struggles to tear apart,
My life, my relationships, even my heart,
And so I keep it locked away,
On every bright blue sunny day.
With the terrible knowledge that it will attack,
The second, the moment, that I turn my back.