THE MONSTERS UNDER MY BED.

A drawing found in an old asylum, made by a paranoid schizophrenic patient.

We lie, we pretend, and change shades of truth
We harm , we ruin, and destroy all we touch

But then,

We break, we fall and lose our ugly minds
We scream, we hide and cry our eyes out

So when,

We blame the monsters under our beds,
We are truly just blaming ourselves

Because the monsters don’t exist
Except inside us.

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