Under The Sycamore

My monsters

Halloween is my monster's second favorite Day.
Right after my birthday because on my birthday it gets to tell me
"1 year older. Now that your 14 it's just 4 more years of being a crushing disappointment."
But it's ok because my monsters protects me.
I'm sure they don't mean to hurt me
The things the whisper in my ears aren't there to scare me
My parents do love me
My friends don't hate me
I'm not worthless
My monsters are just joking
At night, fill my head with death as the sound of rain deludes me
Or is it the sound of my teardrops falling like brick walls
When the shadows come and there's nowhere to go
They are there
They builds a wall, so people can't get in.
My monster keeps me alone.
They love to do this
I mean, its better if I didn't say anything anyways
I don't even know what to talk about
My monsters keeps me from getting hurt
They're thorn traced forms of beautiful disguises
My monsters hurts
Purple eyes and bruises
And blade marked scars on my body
They have made a bleeding heart out of a  happy soul
I don't like being alone
I don't like the wall I've built
I Hate crying
I'm angry
Angry that I let this go on for so long
My monsters kills me from the inside
I kill my monsters from the outside
Happy days makes a monster go away
Halloween is my monster's favorite day
It's the only day I care about monsters