The Real Monsters

The Real Monsters

By: H. M. Zike

Monsters don’t hide in the dark,

Or under your bed at night,

Waiting to nibble on your toes.

Oh no the real monsters

Are hiding in plain sight.

Monsters hide in the deepest, angriest,

Most broken part of your mind.

They are the cruel whispers.

Tip toeing around your head.

The real monsters are inside.

Monsters don’t jump out from behind screaming

BOO!

Falling over laughing

Because they scared you.

On no the real monsters

Creep up silent as the night.

Monsters quietly creep toward you.

Growing bigger and bigger swallowing the light.

The monsters crash down on top of you.

A tsunami of darkness, pain, and anger smothering you.

Until you can’t breathe, you can’t think,

You can’t move, You're simply alive.

The real Monsters convince you that you want to die.

Monsters don’t run as the sun rises.

In the light the monsters are strongest.

The monsters are quiet,

Cunning, and patient.

Monsters are coiled like a mongoose

Always ready to strike.

Oh no the monsters are never far away.

The Monsters are always whispering,

Like voices in the wind.

“She HATES you”

The monsters’ voices are never gone

At least not for very long.

“They’re laughing AT you.”

Even the ones you love

Those you feel safest with,

Can’t chase away the monsters

“You’ll never be good enough.”

The Real Monster in in my mind

It’s a part of my mind.

The real monster is me

How do I run from myself?