Monster

Here is a poem that was written from personal experience. I often feel thar depression is akin to the devil living under your bed and completely taking control of you.

“Monster”

You are the monster under my bed

That also lives in my head

Tormenting me is your favorite thing to do

I have tried to ignore you

But my mind cannot let go of you

You dig your nasty nails into my skin

Without a regret

I try to scream

But you immediately cover my mouth

Because running for cover is not allowed

You hold me down

And beat me until I can no longer breathe

I do not understand why you hate me

I have done nothing to invoke this feeling

Yet I feel like I am stuck on the ceiling

I cannot come down

You will do anything to destroy

My crown

You will not allow me to feel beauty

You do such a good job of masking it with your

Terrible ugliness

You are dragging me into the dark

With no way to escape your bark

I am stuck wondering why

Life is as big as the sky

But you have continued to leave

Me here to bow down to you and cry