this monster of mine

There's a Post-it by your bed
that I fear will always be blank
From where I sit
it almost looks like a thought bubble
above your head
and I want to fill it
with dirty things
You must wonder a lot
about me these days
My familiar aggression seems to be bored
with self-inflicted mayhem
It's on the prowl
for something new to eat
I hope you get out
I hope you still have time
because I don't think I can handle
this monster of mine
Where can I take this
profound malevolence
and fire it off?
How can I break myself
so no one will know
no one will see?
How can I claw the way out
of this diseased and festering
skin of mine?
Dear reader
I know you don't have the answers
and I'm pretty sure
neither do I
So I sleep with the light on
because the darkness
has become so bold.