I always have some monster following me in my head. Sometimes I can't hear it but I know it's there, and sometimes it's so loud I can't hear myself. That monster I think it's a part of me. I'm dangerous when it's loud. I hate it. It makes me panic and not feel safe. I'm not safe when it's loud. It's my monster. No one knows what it's like, just like I don't know anyone's else's monsters. I wish we could sometimes know what others feel. But then I don't think I would share my monster. I don't want to hurt people.
I'm a monster. I know this.
I have trouble with emotions.
Someday I will say more, but I'm not brave enough now.