"We stopped looking for the monsters under our beds when we realized they were inside us"

4am. Tick. Tick. Tick. It's not a clock. It's the sound of your mind churning. Where do you go when you want to escape from yourself? Too many monsters.
I'm suffocating inside the circle of the monsters. The circle within myself.
My mind is foggy, but I can see you clearly. I'm scared, and I'm running. Running, Sprinting. I'm right where I began. A conveyor belt moving in the wrong direction. Turn it off. I'm Tired. I'm drunk.
Too many monsters. I can't escape.