Monsters As Friends
Does it need to rhyme on paper in order for me to get it all out of my head?
If it doesn’t sound good will anyone care what I’ve said?
Got to be sure I’ve got my monsters all in a row before I let them all out.
But they’re still running rapid, savagely thrashing about.
Hurting my brain, I feel them try to embed sturdy strings.
Seems I have been played for a fool, and to be honest it stings.
I see now they just thought of me as their puppet while I had thought we were friends.
I’ve been betrayed, and I think it’s time I get rid of loose ends.
The Voices, these monsters, and my reflection staring back from the mirror.
We aren’t one of the same and it has been becoming much clearer. I’m not them and they aren’t me.
Finally cutting these strings, For once I'll be free.
No longer letting the darkness have any control over me.
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