Monsters crawl beneath my bed
They hide in my cupboard
They live in my head
Hideous creatures who slithers about
In the dark hidden corners
Of perpetual doubt
Out of rational reach
They hiss horrible things
And I try to remember
That none of it’s true
That this is not me
These thoughts are not mine
But as I look in the mirror
It silently screams
This is you!
This is you!
This is you…
In the shadows of sorrow
A creeping thing crawls
Quietly nesting behind
The paper thin walls
Of my mind
I wish I could catch it
Before it melts in my brain
But I wonder, what if…
I’m already insane?
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