the monster's creeping up on me

slowly ... methodically, knowingly ...

I've tried everything I can think of to kill it.

I don't think it can die.

Putting dark shadows over everything.

I'm scared to be alone. I'm scared to cry.

but when I'm with you I'm scared to talk.

You see my image. You hear the sounds I make.

but it's nothing to you, nothing understandable.

something to mock.

The monster is here

and you can't get rid of it for me.

I pull the covers up to my eyes

but I don't even want to see the clouds of doom.

I can cover my eyes, but the monster is in my head, tangled in my thoughts

taking up my head

complacent, I feel it, but can't shake it

and there's no space left for me - there's no room.