There’s a monster within me,
Who doggedly gnaws and scrapes
At the very innards of my being,
The prison of my docility, to escape
Knowing that patience has its limits,
I try my best to keep it chained
But the number of fools around me,
Ensure that the binds remain strained
As it feeds on my stowed wrath,
It keeps growing ever stronger
And I get this foreboding sense,
My control may not last much longer
And the moment, the chains break
I'll become a slave to the monster inside,
My body, left a mere husk,
By the monster’s will, shall abide
I may seem mad for writing this verse
But it's the only way I can make you see
'Cause believe me, when I tell you this,
No one fears this monster more than me
- Kartik Shastry
