Once upon

Once upon a story.... 

there was a monster....

you locked the doors... 

but the monster was in your head.... 

Why do we lock the doors.
And claim to have thrown away the key.
These demons are a part of us.
We are them.
But do we feed the anger.
                        the hate.
                        the lust.
                        the sadness.
Or do we walk away and try to put those demons to rest.

Day by day. Night by night. We make the choice to look the demons in the eye and say FUCK YOU! I'm better then you. You can't hurt. You can't hold me down. Im better then who you where yesterday.


Why do we lock the doors?
When the monsters are in our heads.....