Clouds of steel

There’s a monster in my wardrobe, there’s a monster in my head

They all tell me that I’m dreaming, that it’s gone and that it’s dead

But they don’t understand; they don’t take the time to look

In the shadows of my mind or in the pages of my book.

 

If they took the time to listen, if they took the time to see

They would see the monster come, from deep within his reverie

They would see the monstrous teeth they would hear the snarling yell

They would understand the horror that waits for them in hell.

 

But they tell me that I’m mad, that I’m crazy; I’m berserk!

They don’t understand the horror that lies within his evil smirk

They tell me to stop pretending, that it’s time to face the truth

But nothing could be more real than that terrifying brute

 

If only they would listen, if only they would understand

That the monster isn’t gone, instead he’s holding onto my hand

He takes me home from school, and he talks to all my teachers

But when it’s just us, he changes, into one of those frightful creatures.

 

There’s a monster in my wardrobe, there’s a monster in my head

They all tell me that I’m dreaming, that it’s gone and that it’s dead

But they don’t see him late at night, they don’t see him when he yells

They just see him in the daylight, when he is safe and I cannot tell.

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

We all have an inner monster in us, whether anyone believes it or not. There are two sides to every person and that monster controls one part. Sometimes, we must go with it, explore the other side, see what others don't. Then we can say we have been there. Others can fool themselves into thinking they know us and that other side, but no one knows it better than us.

[Ahmad Cox]

Amazingly honest piece. I could feel and relate to this poem very well.

[SilentVerses]

Through your rhyme and rhythm a harrowing story is told, through an honesty that breaks bones and walls a sorrow spills forth, when none believe you turn to your writing and through words that give you understanding you flow onto the page the pain and hurt you cannot hide, because maybe the words will lend you the solace you cannot find from those around you. Anger builds within the lines they mock you and overflows with the agony of keeping it all inside, as you let the dam break and all the sentences spill forth the rhyme holds up the net of hidden despair to allow emotion and dwelling to embrace the fright, beautifully sad a fragile bird of a poem delicate and innocent with a beating heart of terror.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Love this poem! The inner workings of the mind :)