I’ve done it again
The thing I’m trying not to do
I should feel guilty
That, I know
But all there is, is a dark ache in my chest
It’s the monster
The one dressed in pretty lies
And petty fights
Hair the color of the bags under my eyes
Eyes made up of a million shades of my soul
Her eyes are black
The monster is me
Dressed in pretty pink
Tightly coiled mousy brown hair
Dull hazel eyes
I am the monster
              







                                                      The­ monster is me