The monsters aren't underneath my heavy bed,
They're inside of my head mom.
They didn't manifest within a place,
They've been with me day by day.
It isn't now where all things changed,
It happened every single day.
Not this year or the next,
But it grew within my chest.
Not because I've hurt myself,
But all the moments on the shelf.
Every memory I ever made,
I've etched inside me with a blade.
I didn't want to make a mess,
But I've been this way since I could dress,
myself,
And tie my little shoes.
It grew with me,
Just like I grew with you.
