Monster

Trapped in the chains of civility.
Locked in a cage of propriety .
Wearing a mask of docility.
My secret instability.

I hid away the monster,
Fed it with scraps of pain.
Its horrible desires,
Were my everlasting shame.

An inner demon I thought,
While I became the saint.
I thought I was in control.
I thought I had restraint.

Sometimes the monster got away,
To feed and hurt and maim.
I wasted so much of my time,
Trying to keep it tame.

I kept the monster locked away,
Hidden deep within my head.
I wore a mask to hide the rift,
It was screaming to be fed.

Yet one day I saw the beast.
The creature I despise.
I saw that terrible truth.
I looked into my own eyes.

And from those eyes I saw myself.
The mask looked like a joke.
Everything I thought I was,
Was all just made of smoke.

A twisted lie I told myself,
The warden of my cage.
Yet now that I am free,
I can let lose all my rage.

So now the monster free again,
But now I see what’s true.
Because I’m the hungry monster,
And I’m coming to find you.