As a child it was the blur of claws and horns under your bed, keeping you from sleep,

by age 10 it was the person who was supposed to be your protector that first exposed you to the idea of self-doubt.

In high school it was that girl who treated you like a trend that was always one season behind,

but by the time college rolled around the monster became the nightmare inside your own head who saw her failures coming for her in the dark and not a creature.

When that voice of endless hatred and self-disdain became your own,

you started to believe that you will always be one step behind and never be able to catch up.

What about the moment that you believe every critical observation anyone has ever said about you, and tell yourself that everyone who thinks otherwise is wrong?

Then who is the monster?


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