I See Monsters.

The pressure in my blood feels like God's hands.

Do you wonder in fear of who I am?

Most people say I am something nice.

Yet everyone leaves and I pay my price.

It does not help if I start pushing away

When what I truly want is for them to stay.

If I close my eyes and let everything go

What do I have left, what do I even know?

I am just as human as anyone else.

But I cannot stand the thought of Myself.

Author's Note

05.19.2014