The Monster I Live With...

there is literally nothing you can say that’ll shatter me into a thousand pieces

because you are no worse than the monster I live with....

you can call me ugly

you can call me fat

but you won’t see me break in half

because you are no worse than the monster I live with

you can push me down the stairs

you can go ahead and pull my hair

but you’ll be wasting your time since I won’t care

because you are no worse than the monster I live with

you can isolate me

you can break me

but it won’t faze me

because you are no worse than the monster I live with

feel free to write my name with lies

go ahead and tell me to “just die”

just don’t expect me to cry

because you are no worse than the monster I live with

there is literally nothing you can say that’ll shatter me into a thousand pieces

I say this because this monster, in particular, is far worse than any sick human being that has lived and died

this monster, in particular, is one that hides in the night

this monster, in particular, is just as scary as the Boogeyman

this monster, in particular, is just as cunning as the Devil

this monster, in particular, is one that I’m far too familiar with

I would know because it is the monster that lives inside me