The Monster Within

LP2187

It ripples through me

Lights my nerves aflame

Stress and anxiety

Turn into anger and rage

 

I want to kill my fear

I want to control it all

I shout, scream, yell and jeer

I don’t want to be small

 

So I become a monster

I strangle, stab and drown

My rage is an imposter

And it brings me so far down

 

Yet I feel so high

I rule over my body

The thunder inside

The power is godly

 

Driven by revenge and corruption

I become too strong

A short second, a moment of abruption

My agony has gone on far too long

 

But now, I can finally see

The darkness no longer clouds my vision

My terror has stopped controlling me

And I am out of my prison

 

Fury and madness is my drug

As my hands are smothered in blood

But, even though I have screwed up

This pain, this hate, it feels so good

  • Author: LP2187 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 14th, 2024 02:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: I have anger issues :) I want to kill someone even if they did the slightest thing to me. Even if I love them, it takes me a long time to realise that I do, and only then do I stop hating them. Why do I have so much hate? I thought I could control it. I was wrong, was I not?
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    Several want to kill me when I begin to (so-called) sing! heehee. Or at least silence me. Doh!

    • LP2187

      do not let them : )

      • orchidee

        But they have to - my singing is terrible, so I say! heehee. It\'s a joke on here.

        • LP2187

          i donut believe you it cannot be as bad as my singing which would not be classified as singing but skirls (I recently learned that word)



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