So small at first but it grows unaware.

Like a monster in the night it will tell you

"I'm alright."

But Dear, open your eyes

to the demons of the night.

At first it seems so right. 

For to hate is easier than to forgive,

to chose anger over love,

lust over companionship,

beauty over food,

abuse over respect,

and fitting in over standing out.

It may seem so small at first,

but will grow over so little time.

Because a rock can create mountains,

A seed: it's trees.

And anger grows when you feed it right,

So my dear be wary of the monsters in the night.