the monsters and i get along,
a lot better than you'd probably ever think.
we have these deep conversations,
in the nighttime when i can't seem to sleep.
i connect quite well with the monsters,
like them, i don't seem to fit in.
we're the ones that the public often crucifies;
we have a slight tendency to sin.
the monsters are not what i fear,
they wear their flaws up high on their sleeves.
it's society that terrifies me most,
their own darknesses are much harder to perceive.
so to the monsters, i thank you for being there,
please always stay under my bed.
you're among the few who actually understand me,
besides the demons that live in my head.
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Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️
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