Monsters don't hide under your bed or in your closet. They don't jump out of the darkness and scare you. They don't wear masks and tattered clothing. They don't wait for you to fall asleep to give you nightmares.They stand in front of you. Smiling. Holding your hand. My monster has dictated my entire life. He lurks in the scarier parts of my mind because I refuse to acknowledge who he is. I haven't seen him in seven years, but just the mere thought...