The Monsters

Inside Out

The monsters, the littles,

The me’s and more,

What possible good,

Could be in store.

You search, you try

But to no avail,

Just like always,

You know you will fail.

Who can you trust?

Who can you tell?

You stay silent,

But wish you could yell.

The sleepless nights,

And endless dreams,

Waking yourself up

Because you scream.

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