The monster isn't the pain. Or all the hurt you feel.
The monster was something. You built.
You created it to talk,
When there is no one else to hear.
You created it for warmth when you were in fear.
You permitted it to haunt you in the night.
Because you felt very lonely
After shutting off the light.
You let it wonder your souls, your heart, your head, and your mind.
Because you felt human,
When tears rolled from your eyes.
You created a monster that speaks to you,
Your given words.
Because you were afraid to speak them aloud.
Because later you wonder if someone might have heard.
You let them whisper to you.
Because that's your only ally.
You created a monster. Built-in you inside.
YOU ARE READING
Monster.in.me (Every Feeling In Me. #1)
Poetry*POETRY BOOK* MONSTER IN ME. All the evil I see was Hidden in me. ******** *PLOT* Monster in me is not a person buried in you. But it's ourself. It's us. It's me. It's you. We see something. We feel something. And I just write that feelings in p...
