The monsters are awake,
Inside my head.
I kick and I fight,
I wish I were dead.
Death does not come,
For a person like me.
All of the horror,
That I have to see.
Lives go on all around,
I see them every day.
Life, from me was taken,
Ripped right away.
You may call me,
By many names.
The vicious beast,
That only blood tames.
But I am merely,
A cursed, young girl.
Undead, not by choice,
Plucked like a pearl.
Please do not blame me,
For the monsters in my head.
It was not me who put them there,
I only wish I were dead.