monster in my closet

For years, I hid a savage monster in my closet

I don’t want people to know he exists in the corner of my room.

He’s an embarrassment and nothing to be proud of.

So I’ve kept him hidden.

Nonetheless, he was there.

He was so strange that I find him as an amusement.

I used to despise him.

but he makes me feel like there was so much more.

Without me to realise, he was haunting me.

I don’t ever want anybody to know that I hid a hideous monster.

I’ve seen what he was capable of, and it was terrifying.

There is something almost angelic about him.

but for the most part, he was just a devil. 

He's the monster I adore.

He's the monster I hate. 

He's the wrong reason.

I realised,

There is no way I can kill this monster,

For he is purely immortal.

he was what I’ve made him into.

And I was becoming him..