Real Monsters Prowl Behind Closed Doors

By Vanshika Gupta

Once upon a time, there was this girl,

she always played so nice.

She used to hide behind her perfect curls,

tears welling up in her eyes.

One morning, she woke up with poison on her tongue.

Thought, "Oh my God, what have I done?"

Fire burns on her eyes,

she has grown thorns on her head.

I think I should run, The infection has spread.

Nothing can be undone.

Call a doctor.

I think I created a monster.

She's got a psycho inside her,

but that doesn't change my love for her.

She's here for revenge, done playing pretend.

She slashed and it smashed, blood pooled around.

There is no turning back, this is a dead end.

She was on her knee, broken glass descends.

Now we’ll only grieve.

Don't act like you were her friend.

Just remember that death is not the end.

Now there is nothing you can mend.

This is why all fairy tales end.

Call a doctor.

I think I created a monster.

She's got a psycho inside her,

but that doesn't change my love for her.

That's the story of my daughter.

Call a doctor.

I think I created a monster.

She's got a psycho inside her,

but that doesn't change my love for her.

That's the story of my daughter.

By Vanshika Gupta