Monster

I’m tired of you turning me into a monster

Some putrid, hulking thing with horns,

Just so you can cast yourself as the martyr.

Maybe it’s easier to fight what you can see,

But the demons that live inside of your head

Have nothing to do with me.

I’m fighting just to keep my head above water

Day by day I fight my own battles.

So go ahead; be a martyr;

But I have no interest in being your monster.