The Little Monster In My Head

By Aiman Barjees

There is a little monster,

I've lived with it all my life.

It is not so worrisome,

I can even remember to smile.

But some days it digs its nails,

Unbearably deep into my skin.

Somedays I cannot recall,

That it is supposed to be small.

Magnanimous darknesses exist,

Or so I've been told.

There are numerous things to fear,

My monster isn't fearsome of all.

By Aiman Barjees