• This darkness bubbling beneath the surface of my very being pricks and prods at me. . .
    It wants out. I try not to look at it anymore. . . It's glowing red eyes. . It's long, sharp teeth. . .
    It terrifies me. . .I terrify me. I wonder if anyone sees it. . . It's mouth watering . .It's jaw gnashing.
    It's hungry. I'm hungry. My conscience is falling. I hear it's tiny wings crash upon the asphalt.

    I turn off my emotions. I turn off my feelings. I get through the day. I hide behind my mask.
    I know if anyone peeks beneath it's smiling fascade they'll see the true me...The me I try to hide.
    . . . And they'll run. No one can accept me. The real me. That dark part of me. Creeping over my shoulder everytime I turn around. Just waiting. . .

    Who'd accept a freak like me. . .?
    Who'd hug a monster like me. . . . ?
    Who'd. . . .Who'd even stay with such a flawed, broken thing. . . Like me?

    Every flaw I have chisles at my insides like a butcher cutting up meat.
    Grotesque. Unwanted. So. . .Imperfect. From the head to the feet.
    The horrid creature in me writhes beneath the surface like a silhoutte beneath bed sheet.
    I push it away.. . Push it down. . .Make sure know one sees it. Sees me.


    . . . But that unseemly animal. . . Is the only one who will ever get me. . . .Accept me.


    I am that monster.