Lights, Camera, Action

As I step up to the stage

I think about my past, yet I resist the blind rage

They see the marvelous me, but the monster is locked in the cage

and every now and then it comes out to express its hunger

It cries out loud, and roars like thunder

But the thing is, no one can see the monster but meSo it eats me alive on the inside, and all I'm trying to do is set it free

Life is the push that keeps me going

At the same time the heart of the beast keeps growing

The struggle of this connection

Plants me in the middle trying to avoid all deception 

Who knows how this monster was born

Is it a creature of my sorrow in a soul-bound form

Does it collect the tears of my past

And try to break my self-esteem like glass

Or is it beneficial, is this monster a lesson that life is teaching me to be stronger

If it is with me until I die, or shall it leave to wander

As crazy as it sounds, that monster may have been the largest part of who I am

Psychologically speaking, I might break down if it lets the door slam