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When people meet me

They tend to assume

That I'm a sweet, innocent little girl

Without a care in the world

But enter my mind, if ye dare

For here there be monsters



When I was younger

My thoughts were always filled with happy things

Pixies, wizards, unicorns

Everything had a fairy tale ending

But my mind is a far different place now

For here there be monsters



Now I seem so sweet and innocent

A lot of people think me naive

All right, fine, I may be naive

But that doesn't mean I live in a perfect little world

Don't assume things about my life

For here there be monsters



At school, I try to put on a good face

I generally let people see what they expect to see

Because I don't think they'd enjoy the other side of me

I've been asked by several people if I carry pent-up rage

And they may be more right than they think

For here there be monsters



Everyone thinks I'm such a genius

And they think that, because they "know" this, they know me

My intelligence is all they really care about

But there is a fine line between genius and insanity

And I wonder, sometimes, if I have crossed it

For here there be monsters