Sometimes....

Comes from a person who doesn't like what they have become. First real poem I ever wrote, I wrote it last year but decided to post it today.

Sometimes I hate who I have become,

that monster living,

raging,

inside me.

 

Sometimes I can't take it,

I try to run away,

but i can't run away from myself,

I punch the wall like it will do something.

But I know that inside I can be whatever I desire to be.

Sometimes I hate how I don't care in my heart,

my dark lying heart.

No love for me,

I'm on my own,

if someone is injured I hate how I just walk away.

 

Sometimes I hate it when I hear someone talking about someone else and I laugh at that person,

that laugh replays in my head,

that maniac.

 

Sometimes I hate it when I get angry at others and I fight and hurt them,

sometimes I don't understand half the words I say to them,

and I don't realize I hurt them,

scarred them for life.

No one deserves to be the monster I am.

That cold- blooded person who will leave their friends and family to save myself.

I can't control the person inside me,

its cold,

and I welcome it.

Author's Note

NO FLAMMERS