My Monster

I am restless and lazy like the clouds in the sky

Moved only by the struggles and storms that pass by

Oh to be like the lightning flashing wild in your eyes

But I’m the remnants of branches that you blindly walk by

I’m bold and assuming I am sweetly unkind

I will give you the best and the worst of my mind

My intentions are far better than the deeds I perform

I can be cold and standoffish, but I long to be warm

If you could see past the mask and love the monster inside

If you would follow the path of the tears I have cried

You would discover a love that grows more lovely with time

Instead I’m left living with this monster inside

Originally published at https://vocal.media.