Monsters

Naeners

Monsters in my head

 

Find a life under my bed

 

Screaming loud into the night

 

"You can't do anything right"

 

I know, I don't do anything right

 

They scream and shout for hours

 

Turning any good dream sour

 

Shouting how I "can't expect to be liked"

 

Why would I think I could be liked

 

Yelling things I already know

 

Below my bed they only grow

 

"You are weak, we have the power"

 

I'm so weak to their power

 

And I only grow weaker

 

They make my world seem so much bleaker

 

"You'll never be happy, don't you see that?"


I see that, I don't want to see that

  • Author: Naeners (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 5th, 2018 12:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: Please tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.
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  • dusk arising

    I like your style in writing this piece. Though it reads as very negative, in fact the closing line is a very positive statement revealing you are not reveling in the company of these negative demons as so many seem to.
    'Out demons, out!'
    We all have our demons which come calling. I think a lot of us reveal them in MPS too.



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