the monster must die.

you are the author of your own suffering. you control the narrative of your own life. how many monster did you create just to say that a victim was made?

So much hurt in the world today

cant look at it but cant look away

so many monsters outside of the door

spilling blood on my bedroom floor

but I dream a different dream

killing the monster inside of me

the world told me how to survive

kicking and screaming telling every lie

there is a monster consuming me 

turns out the monster was always me

every day we all go to war

ready to fight ready to roar

but somewhere in the silence there is a noise

an innocent cry trying to lift its voice

push it down we don't want to seam weak

but maybe there is power in just being me

its time to stand up and face the truth 

I can only be hurt by what I do

there is no use now to pretend

that the problem doesn't begin and end

every time the battle was brought

I enrolled and I fought

my bones grow weary of battle scars

all to say I wasn't wrong

but every lie was bought with blood

and with pain was it sold

every time the flag was waved

the trumpets did I blow

and on and on we did go

but look at you 

look at me

how far shall we go?

Author's Note

I'm not good at grammar and punctuation. please just keep that in mind. but reviews about the matter is still welcome.