Creep

Inspired by the haunting intensity of Halsey’s "Control," the defiant rage of "Nightmare," and the raw vulnerability of "Bad at Love," I wrote "Creep" as a reflection of my own struggles with mental health. It captures the weight of both external judgment and internal critique, especially when society demands you to embody an impossible ideal of femininity and purity. This piece delves into the battle between the labels imposed on us and the monsters we fight within, seeking to reclaim humanity in a world quick to condemn.

Creep—

You say I am a creep,

That I will sow what I reap.

I dug a hole so deep,

Because you say I am a creep—

That I deserve to weep,

Because you say I am a creep.

Well, I can't even say what I really want to say,

Or else I'll go beep, beep, beep.

The monsters kept me awake,

When all I craved was sleep.

But you say I am a creep,

A wolf in sheep's skin—

A label so cheap.

I felt like a garbage heap,

No shots for me, just tears as my barkeep.

Label me the black sheep,

Because you say I am a creep.

I got sick of ideals I once held tight,

And everyone wondered if I’d lost my sight.

"Don’t dwell," they said, "It’ll be alright,"

But life isn’t some fairytale night.

I hated every sound,

Stuck in my head, spinning round and round.

People said, "Just look around—

You never know when you’re lost and found."

I hated my skin,

A battle I thought I could never win.

"Keep up your chin," they’d chime in,

But they couldn’t see the monsters within.

What they deemed imaginary was painfully real,

Each wound was a scar I could only conceal.

Everywhere I looked, the beast within—

I only wanted to feel human again.

But still, you say I am a creep,

That I will sow what I reap.

I dug a hole so deep,

Because you say I am a creep,

That I deserve to weep—

Because you say I am a creep.