What

What do you do,
When in confusion,
You find yourself.

You find that inside,
Your heart of hearts,
You are the monster.

From which all hide,
That most hateful,
Despised of creatures.

The one which,
All know and hate,
All despise and fear.

The type that hides,
In plain sight,
For all to see.

I look so normal,
So sane and safe,
You'd never know.

That which I hide,
In my deepest heart of hearts.

That which I,
Can never show,
I must suppress.