The monster was me
I feel her tell me that I can do what I want
But every time it goes badly
The monster was me
She is strong at work and weak at home
She doesn't say what she means
She isn't sure who she is
She is medicated now and the veil is lifting
Maybe the monster is just a regular woman
Who never really knew she needed help
And fought to feel normal
And it exhausted her and now she is resting under the gentle assistance of medication
She is not a monster. She is just sad, and confused and never had a chance
Until now
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