I wish my monsters were under my bed,
or would bang on my door in the night,
that my life were a game of hide and
seek,
and being found meant certain death.
But I'm not so lucky.
I see my monsters in the mirror,
pretending to behave
as they whisper lies in my ear
and cause my reflection to smile.
They're in my head.
Day or night, they're there,
in the faces of strangers,
in the whispers I try to drown with
screaming,
in the haunting blankness of the page.
They're inescapable.
-Zero
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