When I was younger I used to think that there were monsters under my bed,

Now that I'm older I realize they're actually in my head.

Telling me what to do and what to say and think,

Speaking it aloud even if it makes my heart sink.

Screaming in my head, my body is not mine,

Stop trying to calm me down, it's not "gonna be fine".

I never asked for anything to benefit me,

But ofcourse, the good is never what they see.

At first they were kind,

Now they're yelling in my mind.

Telling me to say and do things I never knew,

Most of the torture they showed me was new.

Please just get out my brain,

This body has been drained,

I've become a sinner, no longer a saint,

Even though my memories are faint.

May 7th 22