Monsters in My Head

(This poem is additionally intended to serve as spoken word.)

There is a million and one ways to mend the problems I have

Pills, weed, cigarettes….”hey man let me take a drag”

But if I use these tools and abuse these tools then I’m no better than half of these fools

I get emotional when I speak the truth because I know at the end of the day I’ll be back to my old ways…

They’re habits and habits are hard to break, they’re hard to shake when you have monsters in your closet keeping you awake

They’re under my bed, they’re scratching at the walls inside of my head

Man, I gotta keep them fed because if they get hungry they’ll chew on me instead

And I’m not tryna end up dead; it’s too early for me to say goodbye

I got plans for my life…so once I finally take control of it, I imagine i’ll be doing just fine.