Sometimes

Sometimes, I am the monster

underneath my bed.

Sometimes, I am the vicious voices

loud inside my head.

Sometimes, I am the pain

that causes me to cry.

Sometimes, I am the silent thought,

screaming a plea to die.

Sometimes, I am the energy,

or lack thereof.

Sometimes, I am the one

unworthy of love.

Sometimes, I am the one

who feeds lost appetite.

Sometimes, I am the darkness

of the day and of the night.

Sometimes, I am the sleeping 

too little or too much.

Sometimes, I am the lover

with caressing, loving touch.

Sometimes, I am the monster

beside me in my bed.

Most times, I am the monster

of depression in my head.

-LJ

16 December 2016