medicated

my thoughts are monsters under your bed, in your closet & in your head. I look in the mirror I see a reflection of the creature I've become. my reflection is no other than me, there's another me isn't there? I am not multiple, i am one. one that is shadowed throne. I see the monster. it's inside my head, inside my room, inside my head.... when I take it, they run quietly..... "Is that her the one I've been waiting to see, how strange you don't see the path of glory". I did not...but I have, when I take them I am relieved. I feel taken by the calmness, I can feel myself again. I'm alive. I'll live, I'll live through this. I am not afraid anymore. I will take them to fight my demons......over the years; over time they become more than monsters.. do you think I should shy away? stupidity....when I take them I don't disattach, I don't stumble over words; I don't stumble into the abyss. It's quite.....no words no shameful taste I'm my mouth. BUT he doesn't taste sour,evil,or demonic I taste chalk, reminds me of my old habits. I am losing the uncontrollable urge. can we be friends when I'm okay. Can we runaway? to a place we can call home