The monsters aren't near
The monsters aren't far
The monsters aren't here
They're seeped into
my scars
The monsters aren't under
my bed
The monsters have been
inside my head
The monsters are my
thoughts
The monsters are my
feelings
The monsters and me were
never apart
The monsters have been
inside my heart
The monster feels like me
Because who else had the
monster been?
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Way of my soul || Poetry
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