Monsters don’t exist
Monsters don’t exist they say, they aren’t under your bed
I realise now I’m older, it was all just in my head,
but them ones are the scariest, the monsters in your mind,
the ones that make your heartbeat race, the creatures you can’t find.
Only you can feel them there, it’s driving you insane.
your body shakes, your brain, it aches ,from fears that live within,
you cry inside, you’ve got to try, and hide it with a grin.
You try to go and live your life, forget that they live there,
they’re looming in your darkest thoughts, its more than you can bare.
Just take some pills and carry on , those pills that make you numb,
the ones that make your brain so still, you end up feeling dumb.
You try to go to counselling to make things feel alright,
but even then, it starts again, that dark internal fight.
The silence, the quiet, its deafening you lose who you really are,
so pills or monsters, that’s my choice, but to me it seems bizarre,
that I just cant be normal, and be just like my mates,
go out to all the parties and to plan exciting dates.
To feel like I am worthy, of the love that I receive,
I miss the person I once was, it makes it hard to breath.
Monsters don’t exist they say, they aren’t under your bed,
but now ive come to realise, the do, they’re in my head
Tim Higbee
Tue 4th Jun 2024 14:23
Sarah, I like the line I just can't be normal, and be just like my mates, but who's to say your mates are normal? We all have monsters that reside within. The monsters inside and out nibble away at who we were and are. They keep our essence in constant flux and remind ourselves that living is adapting.
It is hard and tormenting work at times, but it isn't abnormal.
Great poem.