The Green Monster

The green monster rears its giant head,

Emerging from the depths for bloodshed,

Consuming every obstacle in its path,

Until all that is left is sheer wrath.

Why is everything so easy for others?

All I can do is hide under the covers,

Why am I constantly being disregarded?

Stuck with a mind that’s being bombarded.

How is it that easy to believe in yourself?

To set yourself out on the middle shelf,

How can you feel no constant dread?

From a mind that wants you to end up dead.

Where did all your confidence come from?

It feels as though this was always the outcome,

Where can I find some belief in myself?

Or will I always be trapped on an ice shelf?

The green monster has struck again,

Rushing through my mind like a hurricane.

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