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There's a Monster In My Closet

There's a monster in my closet. 
It lurks around waiting for me 
to sleep. 
It peeks through the crack in 
the door.
It's angry and dark.
It destroys what it does not like 
and in the end it destroys me.

The monster is becoming 
impatient.
Soon the closet doors will open 
and it will release it's anger on 
everything that has ever hurt 
it.
But the monster knows if this 
happens, it could end up 
hurting itself.

My eyes flutter, trying to send 
me to sleep.
But I hold my eyes open, 
contemplating what would 
happen if I let the monster 
free.
Would that destroy it? 
Or would I turn into the 
monster?

Every night, me and the 
monster have tea parties as I 
let it slip into my mind only for 
the night.
In the morning it returns to the 
closet where I make it stay.
I remind myself not to open 
the doors, I don't need to 
change.
What I'm wearing is fine. 
This outfit hides the monster 
inside of the closet...

Every failure, every bad name, 
every embarrassment I throw 
on the monster. 
The monster despises me. 
Why can't I let this monster 
free?

Only when I am alone I can let 
the monster breathe for no one 
is there to receive it's pain 
except me.
I am alone with the monster.
The monster in my closet.

I hold back the monster.
I hold back the pain.
I hold back every tear and 
every punch hoping it will go 
away but it only makes the 
monster stronger.

Will the monster ever go?
Will it ever be free?
Will it ever destroy me? 
Or is it already destroying me?
Slowly. 
Slowly.
Through the mind.
It lurks in the closet.
It peeks through the cracks.
Foreshadowing the monster's 
RELEASE.

angerdarkdeeppainslamfree verse

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