The Monster In Me

We all come crashing down..
Isn't that what they say?
No one ever warned me,
That I could feel this way.

So why am I so filled with hate?
This life is hell,
I'm bound to break.

Did I not receive enough love and attention?
Why is it so hard just to show some affection?
I've become so insensitive,
Everyone is so weak.
I think about sick twisted things as I speak..

This monster of mine,
Though it dwells deep down;
I cannot keep it,
From creeping around.

It comes out at times,
When these people are coy.
Their fear feeds the fire,
And I'm set to destroy.

I sit back and wait,
And these feelings retire.
But I know they'll be back
As this depression gets higher.