The Tortured Poets Department ( Juliet's Version )

Monster in my room

Credits to:

m25_bookworm  

A/N: this one's a funny one

There's a monster in my room

I see its eyes, half-dead

Its face staring at me

when I look under my bed

There's a monster in my room

Very pushy, it seems to be

Its mouth is downturned forever

In its horrid smile, there is not any glee

There's a monster in my room

No, it doesn't let me sleep

Its voice, like a million chainsaws, is so gravelly

All it does is incessantly weep

There's a monster in my room

Always there to judge your worst mistakes

Never have their words held sincerity

Benignity is a mask which they constantly fakes

There's a monster in my room

Arrows which it shot strike straight into your heart,

Its aim for cruelty is excruciatingly precise

Years of hatred helped her perfect her terrible art

There's a monster in my room

Sadly, she has trouble looking in the mirror, you see

Because one time, I braved a peek at my reflection

And the monster's face was staring back at me

Do you think I should start writing happier poems?