Monsters Under The Bed

Apr 08, 2018 00:29

No one likes the monsters;the ones we keep inside. No one cheers for the darkness that hides in plain sight. We all have our own monsters.
Self-esteem monsters. Depression monsters. Selfish monsters. Anger monsters...
Most everyone copes or deals with them on their own. We fight the battle to nurture the beast or starve it;to fight the urges or embrace them.
There is no singular right answer. You can smile and nod and showcase a facade but you see it the moment you're alone. When your eyes meet a reflection you see the claws digging their way upwards. You see the sinister hungry monster peeking through those eyes.
People adore acts of kindness and virtue. They praise the lighter side; the socially acceptable censored you.
How can such a dichotomy exist? A duality in the soul separates like oil and water. The sweetness, the heart and the kindest you is real. The complacent, heartless and ruthless you is real. People only want the confectionery surface though. It's easiest to stomach and least problematic.
However, too much sugar leads to cavities, to decay. The ugly corroding parts that people would rather have you extract than fix or accept.
It's only ever been you that has seen my darkness for everything that it is. Your acceptance triggers and pulses like a catalyst for my soul; churning the parts of me together and becoming one collective to make me feel whole again. I see your darkness too and it flows effortlessly into mine.
We are a part of each other's monster; a contributing factor in its ability to thrive.
The devil is in the details. Once you feed a monster it grows and it's appetite burns as quickly as an accelerant.It demands more.

For you see there is no monster under this bed, only one inside it.
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