The monsters, the littles,
The me’s and more,
What possible good,
Could be in store.
You search, you try
But to no avail,
Just like always,
You know you will fail.
Who can you trust?
Who can you tell?
You stay silent,
But wish you could yell.
The sleepless nights,
And endless dreams,
Waking yourself up
Because you scream.