To the Monster Within (poem)

Come in,

have a cup of tea,

enjoy yourself

before we fight.

You are the voices in my head

that whisper, whisper, whisper.

You are the monster under my bed

that holds me incapable of getting up.

You are the fear,

the hopelessness,

the doubt,

the self-loathing I know too well.

I may be weak,

but I can promise you this:

when we do battle,

I will emerge victorious.

I will crush your hope,

I will fill you with doubt,

I will leave you in self-loathing.

You will fear me.

I am not a puppet

for you to play with.

I am a tempest of flame

for you to run from.

Are you done your tea?

I'd love to begin.

-Zero