Monsters

I'm the one hiding under your bed. I'm the one in the dark alley. I'm the one at the back of your closet. I'm the monster in your head and you'll never hear me coming.

I'm not normal, I know that. I have never claimed to be normal nor will I ever. People don't like me, I don't like people. And even according to the best psychiatrist in the city I'm not normal. Of course she didn't tell me that. That was told to my parents, (which is always so much better) if you didn't detect the sarcasm, get out of my book) who subsequently told me. I have a normal family and would have a fairly normal and average life, if I was average that is. But never would I wish upon anyone an average life. That's just boring.

I bet that's why most of you are here. Because my life is your escape: from your job, school, family or you're only here because you've had a bad day.

But this isn't some happy adventure story. No, this is much darker. I know you're wondering why.

Because I died the day I was born,
and I survived.