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Sometimes I just wish, that the monster would go away,
For the monster is so disgusting, yet I see it everyday.
I see it in the mirror, as it's pretending to be me,
Taking over my reflection, becoming the hideous thing I see.
This monster is always following me to every place I go,
Leaching onto my body, casting my so called 'shadow'.
And this putrid little beast, that's as vile as your enemy,
Will never leave me free, even with psychiatric remedies.
The ugly disfigured monster, thats becoming my latest fad,
Is now part of my everyday wardrobe, though that makes me furiously mad.
I cant seem to be rid of it: a plague thats eating me slowly,
Despiting all of the nights I pray, to that so called Mr.Holy.
Nothing seems to work anymore, you can say I've given in,
Letting the nasty, malicious monster, succumb me to inner sin.
And No you can't say, that I haven't tried, to finally break myself free,
But its hard to have a winner and loser, when its just been Me against Me.
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