.monster.

I'm fucked up.

I looked for answers.

Inconclusive.

Walking on this fucked up treadmill of life.

What is life? I'm not sure I know anymore.

I'm so afraid of removing this mask. Afraid to expose the monster. Afraid for others to see that monster.

She tells me to cry.

How the fuck am I supposed to do that?

She tells me to open up.

For what? So I can scare the living fuck out of anyone who looks my way.

She's probably right.

I'm just to afraid to face the monster. Because without the monster, nothing more beyond exists.

I AM the monster.