Monsters

Where tears streak our cheeks,
we weep under our masks,
portraying lives distant and bleak,
drugged in our serenity to relax,

fretting from the dark,
unable to look to the light,
scathed and left pocket-marked,
hiding under the warm night,

kept in suspense as our monsters creep,
raspy voices ring through our heads,
insomnia in our waking sleep,
praying for our daily bread,

as we realize that we are the monsters,
lost and abandoned and alone,
always last on the roster,
creeping about the world like drones,

how can we hide from what we are,
in this world of mirrors and self-image,
reaching out to a distant far,
beneath our mask we wear a cringe,

our cheeks are ramped with tears,
we cower at our worldly lie,
revealing our past and present fears
till we beg for a silent demise...