At the age of five
  I feared the monsters lurking beneath my bed frame. Monsters are cruel.
At the age of 18
    I feared a bottle of pills, a blade and a bottle of liquor.
   pain is cruel.
Maybe,
  The demons i feared at the age of 5 were just my future, internal demons eating me alive.
I am the monster i feared at the age of 5

At age 13
    she was called pretty
But she thought it a joke
At age 16
Someone told her she’s pretty
But she thought it was a lie
She had misleading materials
That kept afloat her pride.
Temptations of judgmental disorder.
At age 20
  Everyone thinks she’s pretty
  But she never believed them
At age 24.
   He told her she was beautiful
and it was the best thing she’s ever heard
Her demons came into play
  and her soul came into being
She overcame the legion
And became the monster she was to become.
And for the first time in her life
She believed it.
                                

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