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My Monster
My monster is screaming
He's angry and mean
He's loud and terrifying
Yet no one can hear him
My monster is crying
He's sad and he's lonely
He's wishing and dreaming as loud as he can
And no one is listening
My monster is dying
He's crawling and shaking
He's praying and jumping
And no one will help
My monster is trying
He's asking and he's begging
He's got tears in his eyes and blood on his scars
And no one can see
My monster, he's lying
He's cold in his bed
He took those pills and he laid down his head
And still no one sees
There once was a monster in me.
He's angry and mean
He's loud and terrifying
Yet no one can hear him
My monster is crying
He's sad and he's lonely
He's wishing and dreaming as loud as he can
And no one is listening
My monster is dying
He's crawling and shaking
He's praying and jumping
And no one will help
My monster is trying
He's asking and he's begging
He's got tears in his eyes and blood on his scars
And no one can see
My monster, he's lying
He's cold in his bed
He took those pills and he laid down his head
And still no one sees
There once was a monster in me.
Published 24th Dec 2012
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24th Dec 2012 3:57am
This is easily a composition that someone trying to analysis could take a number of ways, especially the way you humanize the monster. Freud would probably have a field day!
Some would even say there is a monster in us all...that this one you write about is gone suggest something you could even expand into another creation.
Some would even say there is a monster in us all...that this one you write about is gone suggest something you could even expand into another creation.
