The Monster in Me

I get, to a certain degree Why you want to see the Monster in me

The Monster in Me
Photo by Marloes Hilckmann / Unsplash

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The image is of Graffiti art of a teal-skinned child with brown hair, black-brown crewneck jumper, orange trousers with blue crosses dotted on them and black-brown shoes being devoured by some green-yellowish, ferret-looking monster hugging him from behind. The canvas is black, and there are a few orange and white tags of different symbols, sizes and shapes behind the piece.

I get, to a certain degree

Why you want to see the

Monster in me 

If you see the worst in me

It’ll set your guilt free

You want to see the monster in me

To justify how you treated me

So you don’t have face your shame 

Soberly 

So monstrous is all I seem

So it’s easier to give up on me 

I thought I killed monster in me 

Turns out it was alive and just buried 

Raging vehemently 

Starved and wanting to feed

Hunger so deep

Sometimes I can’t sleep

Sometimes I see the monster in me 

Out in the wilderness 

Down on its knees 

Begging for some company 

Most of the time I ignore it completely 

But once in a while I lean in 

And it consumes every part of me