The Monster In Me

I can feel its gaze on me those eyes full of blood lust cold, calulating assessing every inch of me but I dont know why? its always there whispering in my ear so convincing I somtimes forget myself sometimes screaming at me calling me a failure worthless pathetic then there's me, the real me not that moster not that vile creature no this one reminds me of the hope I see that I am not alone and never was that I am worth it but... somtimes its hard to hear me, the real me