My Little Monsters

My thought process is riddled with tiny, biting monsters. Little creatures with snouts and pointed ears, gnarled claws and flashing eyes. Their jobs are to contaminate- like a contagion in a lab experiment. They creep and climb on the inside walls of my skull, snatching my thoughts and biting them and ripping them- turning these treasured things into blackened, empty blotches floating around in my head. What good thoughts I manage to make, their birth is usually cut short by death. Everything that happens within affects the out, and I see how it hurts my outside world. This catastrophe that no soul knows about me is mine to bear alone unfortunately. I just wish that people understood my restless head, my tired mind.