Ever since I can remember, I’ve been collecting monsters in my head. It’s never been
And I wish I could turn it off.
I see a monster, and that’s all it takes. It then lives in my head forever, from that point on,
visiting again and again during dreams and daytime, lurking around the corner, speaking to me from inside my mind.
When I was a kid, I thought they would go away. Grown up people aren’t scared of monsters.
Being grown is the cure to uncertainty and fear, right?
I’m not sure exactly when I realized none of this was true. Everyone goes through it at some
point, realizing that adulthood isn’t some magic bullet that solves all of those problems and
hardships of youth. It doesn’t make the monsters go away.
They just change shape. They’re even scarier now, because back then, I convinced myself they weren’t real, that they were just symptoms of the overactive, flawed imagination of a child.
Now, there are monsters inside and outside of my brain, fully realized demons who inflict terror
on the world, motivated by selfish bloodlust and greed.
And the worst part is, you can’t even tell a monster from a person, because they’re all wearing human skin.
playwright – Alice Moye Honeyman
performed by – Nyesha Mccormick
dir – Alpha Diallo
Produced by Thtr 296 Introduction to Playwriting and Comm 300 Stand Up Speak Out
for Marymount Manhattan College’s
Stand Up Speak Out
Arts + Social Justice Festival Fall 2020