Monsters

Too Skinny. Too Fat.
Too pretty. Too ugly.

Never just right.
Always completely wrong.

The monsters used to be under our beds.
But now the monsters are stuck in our heads.

Surrounding us every single hour of the day.
The monsters are judging us every single step of the way.

They beat us up and tear us down.
In the end the result is always a frown.

Trying so hard to stay strong.
However, no matter what, I always feel wrong.

My inside feelings are dark and deep.
But now, I need to take the leap.

Standing on the edge of the line.
Everyone thinks I am just fine.

But fine I am not.
And my next move takes every nerve I've got.

I look down at the rushing traffic.
I think that my death will certainly not be tragic.

I take a big leap.
My thoughts are not too deep.

I will be in no more pain.
From this moment, I will gain.

Now laying dead.
Nothing left in my head.

Not a thought left in there.
My life is now gone without a single care.

I couldn't stay strong.
Everything went wrong.

I went with scars.
The scars on my arms.

Couldn't stay stronger for a moment longer.
If I waited any longer, I couldn't be stronger.

Someone was always getting hurt.
And I was always being burnt.

Society is the one who drove me to this.
Society is the one who will mow say, "She will be missed."

Society is the monster in our head.
Forget the monster under the bed.