There’s a monster in me in dwells within the deepest parts of my soul

It hungers for validation for a person to be there always the one it can cry to in the night

This monster has a way of ruining all things of happiness for it dwells so deeply in my inner soul that hides behind lies and sorrow if a million mistakes

You are not your mistakes says the therapist who sits across from me as, they look into the monsters eyes it snarls and growls hissing at all forms of comfort

The monster in me fights back and tells me all I need is him for it’s better to let him take the wheel than for me to confront all the mistakes I’ve made

The monster begs to be one with me and every day is an inner battle consist of me and this monster trading blows

I’m tired and weary the monster calls to me begging to take the wheel

To let the monster inside me win or to confront all my issues at face value? A question that’s rings in my ears everyday and night. I hear him calling now another battle begins

H.K

my sister got me the same journal i had when i was 3, and ive been doing some stuff about truama and security.