Monters

There's a monster inside everyone,

It's just not always visible.

Residing, lurking in our minds,

Whispering evil thoughts.

Inside our mind,

not only one,

but dozens seem

To make a home;

Where it stays,

Unable to be persuaded,

instead persuading us.

Some days I wish

I had a way,

a way to fight this evil.

Often days go by,

When I only hear their whispers,

speaking their evil wishes,

trying to persuade me.

"It's for the best!"

They scream.

"We know what's best for you."

But instead of fighting back,

My voice refuses to work,

relenting me to do their bidding.

But no more will I be their slave,

fulfilling what they ask.

These monsters will be no more;

their wishes no longer my actions.

I must fight back,

no matter what the cost.

Standing for my rights,

Obeying my own will.

I am my own person;

these monsters are not me.

The creatures inside my mind

no longer exist,

no longer define me.

I am finally me.

Author's Note

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[Sadiesmiles]

Love it! Your poetry is steadily getting amazing-er, if that's even possible. Brilliant write!

[Clara]

Thanks!! Haha I don't think amazing-er is a word, but we can always check. :)