Inside it is dark
There’s a monster in me
It is something I can not hide
The monster was created to shield
my fragile heart from pain.
Now I feel the monster breaking me to pieces.
The tiny, itty-bitty pieces
that the monster couldn’t reach are still dark.
How do I get this monster out of me?
When I sit in the closet, trying to hide,
it rears its ugly head and I put my arms up to shield
myself from its claws that leave red pain.
I must find another place to hide.
This treacherous game will leave me in pieces.
You’ll find me spread across the yard, shield
the children’s eyes, leave them in the dark.
Don’t let them know those pieces used to be me.
Their little hearts will not feel the pain.
If you don’t let the tiny feel the pain
It will be easy to pretend and hide
what really happened. That it was me
who ripped my insides to pieces
hoping that they would spread out in the dark
and stay hidden, maybe they’d create a shield.
But then I remembered nothing would hold the shield
together. I had to endure the pain
of being all alone in the dark.
Attempting to hide
from the monster that has been created from the pieces
of the lunatic that is me.
Please save me.
I am being attacked without a shield
to protect myself. If only I could piece
together the rest of my sanity, maybe my pain
would subside. I’ll crawl to the depths of the Earth to hide
from myself. From the monster that lurks in the dark.
Don’t pity me in my pain.
I destroyed the shield I would hide behind.
I created all the dark pieces in myself.