Look in the mirror and see what you have become.  

Scars riddle your body,   

anger fills your heart,

a fake coy smile stretches across your pale tired face.

Your skin clings to your bones,

you are hurting and in need,   

but people only see what they want.

A Monster.

Hurling paragraphs of hate for not being open.   

Stabbing you in the back for wanting space.   

Abandoning you because in their eyes you are nothing more than a burden.    

They question why an apology is never given.  

But why should i apologize for the monster i have become?    

No one ever apologized for making me this way...

  • Author: Oliver (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 9th, 2018 07:41
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Silent Nights

    Love the last two lines!

  • dusk arising

    Yep, the world doesnt look too kindly on monsters does it? Adolf Hitler, Idi Amin, Josef Stalin etc.
    Are you really such a monster? They were real monsters and didnt look for excuses.
    So just what are you? Other than a good poet who writes provocative verse.
    Good writing.

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