My Monster

There's a little thing I try to keep inside
I only let it out when I'm alone
It's a monster
Though it's not very scary, or even sinister
It is quite a monster,
See,
My monster is me,
It's this quiet little girl
Writing poems
Wishing and wanting so much
Yet so little
This little insecure thing
Not knowing what to do
A small little creature
Lying on the carpet, cuddling the dog
Crying on the kitchen floor
Sniffing on the bathroom tile
Sobbing under the fuzzy blanket
Pulling its shirtsleeves down over its hands
Covering its mouth in its jacket or blanket
Listening to sad songs with slow beats
Curling its toes inside its shoes
And wishing it could be content
With me