The monster has been me

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I must hide this depression & the
feelings of fear for all they know
I'm happy & always smiling,
but deep inside my soul is dying.
I can feel it rotting, it wants to scream,
but I won't let it. Not for the time being
I can never tell how I feel
because the happiness I wear is real and for them to hear
that I wish I was dead.
It would kill
They'll be filled with dread so
I'll try my best not to be selfish,
I'll keep my secret hidden & just
let them rest but I don't know how
much longer i could take it .
I'll probably be dead as
the monsters were never
under my bed.
Because the monsters
were inside my head.
I fear no monsters,
for no monsters I see.
Because all this time
the monster has been me.

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