Meet The Monster

I met a monster when I was small,

It laid an egg inside my skull.

When it hatched, as most eggs do,

I graduated from feeling blue.

And as time passed, one day I woke

It’d grown a mouth from which it spoke:

"You have a choice,"

It has no eyes, no face, My voice:

"There are two paths that you may take,

one is real and one is fake."

It said, "I'll eat up all your darkness,

but you must wear me like a harness."

It always knew just what to say,

"It doesn't hurt," and, "You're okay."

It was then, the marks appeared,

Cuts, and bruises, bloomed by fear.

And what it said was never worse:

It told me, "No one loves you first."

Years passed as they're often wont,

And in my heart there formed a knot.

It followed me to school and back.

My spine weighed down, about to crack.

My teacher asked, "Are you okay?"

But I had no words left which to say:

"I'm scared, alone, I live with fear,

A monster holds me forever dear."

With tears, I searched my bed, the door.

I told myself it was no more!

And as I dry heaved on the floor,

It returned for another score:

"You are not loved you are not needed,

You took the monster home to feed it."

It found me in my dreams, that night.

Out of my mind, but in my sight.

Among allies it came alive.

There was no place it could not thrive.

"Their love is lies, their words would float,

for what you are is but a joke."

It hid in trees, cracks in the floor.

I could not take it anymore.

"There were two paths, and you chose one

Hidden from the brightened sun.”

“Free of hurt, The path less beaten,

Free of morals, You could not be eaten."

Deep within my head I found,

The King of Darkness wears no crown.

It took two mirrors,

for me to see.

I left the monster,

But It never left me.