I still believe in monsters hiding under my bed
I met a guy, he seemed sweet on the outside, but a monster on the inside
He stole something from me, that I'm not able to get back
this monster is paying rent free in my head
he's in my thoughts, in my dreams, in my flashbacks, wait I mean monster
this monster looks like Sulley from Monsters Inc a big blue monster
you wouldn't think he would hurt a flea, but my monster did in a way
My monster is a thief, he stole my happiness, he stole my self worth
walking on the streets is a challenge in it's self
I keep looking at myself as a victim, and not a fighter, a brave warrior
I lost my wings to fly, but one day I'll gain them back
and these brave wings will be able to fly again
I'll be able to pickup my sword and fight this monster living in my head
my room is where you stole a piece of me
you left feeling satisfied and I left powerless
myself worth left me, I felt dirty and unclean
guilt and ashamed took over, afraid to tell anyone what happened
I'm left to pickup the broken pieces that you broke
I still blame myself for not fighting back, I'm not alone I still have the lord by my side
I told the police what happened even though I was afraid
I was afraid telling my story, afraid not being heard, afraid of being judged
afraid of being treated differently, I accepted the fact that I'm a victim
but I'm not letting it define me, of who I'am
I might not be okay now, but one day I'll be
one day I won't be afraid of a monster living under my bed
cause one day I'll won't be afraid anymore
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Poetry
PoetryI want to inspire people with the things that I been through, and with some of the stuff I haven't been through. Whatever your battle is remember your not alone, stay strong and keep fighting
