MonsterA Poem by Boy of the redI wrote this after a very bad day and one of my friend held me and told me to contain my monster.I wish I could say I was a good person. I wish I could say I was in the crowd, an average joe. I am not. I am a monster. The things that the world has done to me was monstrous and so it turned me into a monster. I was only a boy. A piece of clay to be molded into something beutiful. That did not happen. I was separated, dropped to the ground, and stepped on constantly. I was eventually hardened, still imprinted with the footprint of humanity. I am a monster. But I am no beast. I am a monster. Beaten, broken, and only fueled by rage I am still more human than they ever will be. The beasts of humanity took everything from me. As only a boy, they stole my innocence. I am not the only one they have done this to. The monster I am is scared, ugly and broken. This is why I wear my mask. To not give the satisfaction to those who have made this me. People will never understand the rage that lays in me. They will say "there was nothing to be mad about" They tore me apart and thought it was just fun. No...they injected poison into my veins with every word and look. I am a monster. For years I have thought of ways I could truly show them what they have made me. Many violent acts came to mind, But they were to meaningless To small. To beastly. My death will show them more of how. It will not show weakness. But it will show my independence against them. I don't need this world. I don't deserve the pain they have given me And it will not hurt me again. Goodbye
© 2012 Boy of the redAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 20, 2012 Last Updated on November 29, 2012 AuthorBoy of the redLittle rock, ARAboutI am me and that is all I can be. I write to stay myself and share my work. thank you for reading and I cant wait to see yours. more..Writing
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