The Monster.

There’s a monster living in my house.
It takes the form of a little girl.
The little girl doesn’t know it yet,
But her life isn’t going to be the way she thinks it’s going to be.
She’s not going to marry Prince Charming.
Her mum and dad aren’t going to be content with their lives.
Her friends won’t be her friends.
She isn’t going to be happy.
The little girl will grow up with expectations and dreams that won’t come true.
The little girl will become a monster.
Monsters are created by other monsters.
And, her entire childhood built up the monster creating her.
There’s a monster living in my house.
It takes the form of a little girl.
The little girl won’t live much longer.
She will see what she has done and end her life.
The way the little girl tells her story?
Through this poem.