Hey. 

You don't know me. 

I hide in the dark places. 

I come out at night. 

Why?

You're alone then. 

It's easier when you're alone. 

No protection. 

Vulnerable. 

 

I'm different. 

You won't see me come creeping in.

But you will definitely feel me. 

I weigh more than you could possibly imagine. 

Think, cement truck that's completely full. 

I'm like that cement. 

I find all the cracks and fill them in. 

It's only temporary though. 

Cause when everything is going fine, those cracks are full and all is well. 

But when it's cold I shrink down, leaving room for monsters to come creeping in. 

 

Self-hatred.

 

Doubt. 

 

Fear.

 

Loneliness.

 

The impending sense of doom. 

 

I'm glad we all are finally meeting. 

You can call us _______.