Monsters

I never really believed in monsters or demons lurking under my bed, waiting until I stepped down to reach out and grab my ankles, pulling me under into a nightmare. Now though, I do. The evil I'm talking about is different though. Many people have different preseptions of what Evil or Satan may be. I don't think that Satan comes at you with firey eyes, horns, and a pitch-fork to poke you with. No, he comes in the form of people who care about you. No matter what, everone will fail you. You may say that you have a best friend, someone you can tell all your dark, juicy secrets too. But even your dear friend will let things drip out occasionally, kind of like a leaky sink that doesn't always act up, but leaks enough to make a puddle on the floor underneath. Evil has revealed its self many times to me. I try to be the best person I can be. To make the people around me happy, no matter what it may cost me. But I'm afraid that I have been dissapointed one too many times now. My heart has hardened to this world. I feel no happiness anymore. Only sadness. I honestly can't remember the last time I smiled, the last time I laughed, the last night that passed where I didn't shed a tear. It's all too complicated now. No, when I was younger I never believed in monsters. But now, I definitly do.

Reviews

[Dylan I. Cree]

Yes, Monster can definatly come in different forms. It's not always the boogyman in your closet. It's the peolple you trust and who they trust that make the real monster of out world. I can definatly relate to this poem.