I have created my own nightmares.

They are the mockery of my bad choices.

My shadows are the horrors of my past,

because I once invited them into my life.


I've tried to kick these creatures out,

but they keep coming back.

No matter where I go,

they hold tight to my changing life.


I've tried to shake them

and I've tried to break them.

But  won't ever be able to rid myself,

because these monsters are me.

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