The Elephant on my Chest


SORRY:  Not for the weak at heart I feel alone.  My head holds a conversation that only allows me to absorb the mocking cackle but does not allow me to defend myself.  I cannot release the pressure and the pain is unbearable. I find myself on the verge of an explosion.  Who do I talk…

Monsters


Monsters.  The funny thing about monsters is that no one can see them.  They become a part of your soul and they can see inside every aspect of your life.  Or, are they you?  A personality trait that can bound to you with hurtful words and an anger so enraged your body shakes and brings…