maybe the monster under the bed will listen to me.
lately, I've been feeling disheartened
can't withstand the test of time
why did reality have to snatch everything I thought was mine?
and I want to talk to someone about this
but who?
I can't talk to my mother
because I don't want to disappoint her
I can't talk to my father
empathy's not even in his dictionary
I can't talk to my brother
he goes through worse than me
and maybe even further
I can't talk to my friends
they think I'm seeking attention again.
so I lay on my
bed at the corner at twelve and
I cry
I cry
I cry
(maybe the monster under the bed will listen to me)
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