I think, I believe, there's a monster in me,
It moves when I move, it sees what I see.
It feels what I feel, but it's self-aware,
"So how," you ask,"do you know it is there?"
It's the little things really, that give it away,
A twitch of a finger in just the wrong way.
A thought that comes at me from out of the blue,
It convinces me of things that could never be true.
It shows it's face in times I am weak,
When I'm angry and tired, and the future seems bleak.
It lashes out with a face made of sin,
With a horrible temperament and frightening grin.
It curses and struggles to tear apart,
My life, my relationships, even my heart,
And so I keep it locked away,
On every bright blue sunny day.
With the terrible knowledge that it will attack,
The second, the moment, that I turn my back.
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Author:
Echo Seeker (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A bit of a personal poem for me. I always had a hard time making and keeping friends as a kid because of my sharp tongue. It took me a long time to develop social skills, since I never had that care-free, insta-friend instinct other kids seemed to automatically have. I wanted to make friends, I just didn't know how. Some days I would come home with everyone at school hating me because of things I did on the spur of the moment. And it hurt, cause I didn't even know where I went wrong, I didn't know how to act like they did. I was always the person you hung out with when your group of friends kicked you out, then ditched when they let you back in. It really took me till high school to begin to understand people. To figure out what people like, and what they don't. To fit their mold. I guess the point of this poem was putting an identity to that darker side of me. The one no one liked. The monster. I hope you enjoyed it!🙂
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
I love you so much Echo! I new this was a good poem the first time i read it the ither day. I hope everyone in here loves it too!
Not only do I love this poem,
I know exactly what you’re talking about!
I will always be fighting the monster in me.
Sometimes, I think there’s more than one!
Thank you for sharing!
Resa
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