There was a monster outside my window
This morning when I awoke
And it scared me so, I went back to bed
Where I prayed for strength and spoke
To God, and asked Him “Why now my Lord? ”
Why now is it back again?
I faithfully took my medication
This must be the price for sin.”
There was a monster in my mirror
When I braved my way from bed
And it scared me so, I looked away
Pretended to not notice, instead
I took a hot shower…steamed up the mirror
I felt safer now and warm
Anthony Perkins was not on my mind
My “Psycho” takes another form.
There was a monster in my closet
Could not decide which shoes
To wear today, to get through it
When he is here I can’t choose
I sat in the floor and cried a bit
Squeezed my hands and pulled my hair
Grabbed a well-worn pair of Nike’s
To avoid my feet being bare.
There was a monster in my head today
It happens that way sometimes
I can never quite kill him or send him away
And he chases away all my rhymes
This monster he has many names
Like anxiety or depression
And I know when he comes and stays
Soon therapy will be in session.
maggie signaigo
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