There is a monster here
hiding where
no one can
find it.
It worms its
way into the
chasm that is our mind
and takes root.
It makes a nest.
It snarls behind closed doors
that we lock behind us
because we cannot bear
to let it out
and realize
what it truly
is.
It whittles away
the wood
that keeps it back
with each harsh word
false smile
petty accusation.
It begs for
release
that we do
not grant
because we are ashamed
that it
exists
at all.
And when the
door breaks
it is a rush of fury
and blinding tears
warm against your cheeks
brushed away
by harsh hands
because they are
not what you think
they should be.
And it screams
with your lips.
And its shouts
are rough against
your throat.
And sometimes
there is glass
blanketing the ground
like carpet.
And sometimes
before you lock it away
it carries you to a small corner
where you curl up
alone.
Where you lock it up
once more
behind brittle smiles
that only crack apart
once no one can see.
There is a monster here
but which one is it?
