Hello, friend,
I hope you don't see what I pretend.
Though, sometimes it's difficult to keep the silver chain steady,
Burning the beast inside of me.
I'm civilized, happy, nice.
But if the burning and silver aren't enough, my eyes turn to ice.
I turn heartless, reckless, angry.
The beast gets far from the cage that is me.
I can't control it, can't kill it.
No amount of patience nor kindness can stop it.
The claws come out in words, hate heard.
For venom comes with every single uttered word.
Music is the cure, or time to cool,
But where I get angered, I'm set on simmer by fools.
Heating up, not cooling down,
That is not good, not good.
The topics that chip at the carefully made prison,
The beast inside gets free, pumping my veins with poison.
I have no way to keep it at bay,
Though I get better everyday.
Too late, too far, my limit is passed.
I was always like this, in my past.
The anger, the distaste, rushes through me
As I hope I don' scare the ones I love, thinking about them guiltily.
The ones I love, I fear to scare.
I don't want them to think I'm a monster,
But what am I, then?
Definitely not who they knew in that moment.
I become someone dangerous, irrational.
All from the one who is friendly and careful.
The beast inside...
...strips me of my humanity.
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The Rhythmic, Blue Cat
PoetryThis is my poem book. Enjoy, since many people have enjoyed my poems! These are my feelings, so please do keep that in mind. Yes, the cover is Bluestar. I couldn't find a blue cat other than her, who is arguably the most famous blue cat.
