Monster

There is a monster hiding in my room.

It doesn’t hide in the closet or under the bed.

It doesn’t lurk in the shadows or in my dreams.

It hides behind a screen of light.

It creeps behind my wall.

It pokes and prods me as I speak with my friends.

Like a panther it prowls, waiting to strike.

A green dot appears and I know the monster is there.

The words flow in, each cutting me like a rusty blade.

“You piece of trash, you scum of the earth.”

I look away, but the monster begins to screech.

I look back and find only more blood.

“You are useless. No one likes you. No one. Just die.”

Maybe the monster is right.

Maybe I am just useless.

Maybe I should die.

*bang*