Monsters in my head
Find a life under my bed
Screaming loud into the night
"You can't do anything right"
I know, I don't do anything right
They scream and shout for hours
Turning any good dream sour
Shouting how I "can't expect to be liked"
Why would I think I could be liked
Yelling things I already know
Below my bed they only grow
"You are weak, we have the power"
I'm so weak to their power
And I only grow weaker
They make my world seem so much bleaker
"You'll never be happy, don't you see that?"
I see that, I don't want to see that
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Author:
Naeners (
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I like your style in writing this piece. Though it reads as very negative, in fact the closing line is a very positive statement revealing you are not reveling in the company of these negative demons as so many seem to.
'Out demons, out!'
We all have our demons which come calling. I think a lot of us reveal them in MPS too.
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