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Sitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.

Monster

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by currreeen

by currreeen

When I look at the mirror

I cannot see me

I saw demons, monsters, ghosts

Living inside my body

If I squint a little,

Then there in the cage

I can see a little girl

Screaming with rage

She was imprisoned by her fears

I need to save her

But then when I look at the mirror

I'm the monster after all.