Sometimes the monster we look for isn’t on the outside.

Sometimes the innocence we see in the mirror is a facade.

Sometimes the path we trod,

Is full of glass and sharp nails.

Sometimes the one behind the gun hides behind veils.

But, Sometimes that monster?

Is confusing, not even another person.

Its inside of us, the ones who start the fire, the cause of arson.

People spend years looking for the evil in the world,

But what if the evil isn’t in the world,

But inside of YOU?