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.