Night or day, I don't know which is more faster

The day runs fast like a cheetah

And the night whiles away hurriedly

And there is me, wondering what I've been doing

I'm scared that one day

I would wake up and be sixty

And I'd be wondering if I got there through a time machine

I'm only nineteen

Yet, as each day passes

It's like someone else has lived the previous day and not me

Sometimes, I feel out of place

I guess it's the monsters hovering around me all day

I know I shouldn't keep them close

But, it's hard to let them go

They are in me now

In my head, in my thoughts, in my expression

Lately, I've not been staring at the mirror

Cos' I can see them all in my reflection

They have the audacity to lie with me in bed

Creeping into my dreams

And slowly eating me deep

Now, I'm confused on who I used to be

There is so little that remains of my old self

I fear if I don't chase them out tonight

Tomorrow, I might become a monster myself