The Monster Inside

that monster in the closet

came out, last night, to play

i drew a composite

to show you its face

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it said that it knew you

you had been pretty close mates

it said there was proof

it used to hang at your place

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i furrowed my brows

and scoffed in its face

I said, there is no-way, no-how

but i'm asking, in case

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because if it's true

you aren't who you said, at all

you've played me for a fool

and i'm really appalled

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as i spoke, i saw clearly

he was uncomfortable

and then, prematurely

he sat down at the table

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he grasped at his collar

and tugged at his hair

i began to holler

when, out of nowhere

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he tore off his face

which i know now, was a mask

he tore up the place

while he was screaming, i asked

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what in the world is going on here

he sat in the corner and nibbled his ear

he said, i was trying my best, to be clear

to blend in and be normal, but you interfered

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for that, i am angry

and i'm sorry i lost it

he stared at me blankly

and crawled into the closet

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it seems all along

he hid his monster inside

i knew he was head-strong

but thought, he'd never lie

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i held up the drawing

of the beast, from my closet

turns out it looked like me

and then, that's when i got it

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we all hide parts of us

the parts that make us afraid

we have forgotten to trust

and lock those monsters away

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I opened the closet door

and climbed inside too

and said, there's so much more

inside me, inside you

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come on out, let's start over

given our circumstance

we can complete this make-over

and grab our second chance

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he climbed out of hiding

i stopped hiding too

and with a little overwriting

we bid our monsters adieu