Don't say a word.
If people knew,
They'd call you crazy,
Unstable,
'Clinically insane.'
That monster in your head
Won't relinquish control
Without destroying you.
For now,
It whispers
Sweet nothings
In your ear,
Tells you
Exactly
What you want to hear,
Just to get what it wants.
No one needs to know
Because you're completely in control...
At least, you thought you were.
But now,
You're falling.
Farther & faster
Than ever before.
Who will be there to catch you?
Your only friend is a monster.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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