I’m frenemies with the monster that live in my head
I get along with the voices inside of my head
But I think I need to start charging them rent
Cause they’ve lived here too long rent free
Don’t get me wrong the depression trying to ride me like a monkey backpack
Is still my enemy but at this point he’s also an old familiar friend
I know exactly what he’s going to say and I’m prepared
Anxiety is an ever-deepening puddle that exists just ahead of you as you walk just waiting to swallow you whole
But she’s gotten predictable too
Suicidal ideation is probably the oldest but she’s the easiest to deal with
You humor her like an old lady with dementia sure, sure or that one coworker who’s a compulsive liar
I just treat her with cold indifference in one ear and out the other
But do nothing about the delusions she speaks
I fear I wouldn’t know what to do with the silence they’d leave behind
Call me weird call me a freak if that’s what it takes for you to understand
But I’m frenemies with the monsters in my head
Sometimes I forget them cause I’m so caught up in something else
Or something bad has happened like the death of my dad, or the loss of a job, and the inside of my head turns into world war 3 with all the shouting
But I’m friends with the monsters that live under my bed and inside of my head
They shout, whisper, and cajole
You’re not good enough, nobody loves you, everything is horrible, everybody hates you
Everyone thinks you’re a joke, and you’re a socially awkward piece of s&$t
The world is better off without you, no one would miss you
All lies that my monsters whisper and yell
But for the most part I’ve outgrown their cajoling and shouting I’ve definitely outgrown their whispers
So I’ll be frenemies with my monsters and start charging them rent
Cause if they aren’t going to leave the least thing they could do is pay rent instead of being free loaders.
Inspired by the song The Monster By Eminem Featuring Rihanna
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