My Monsters of Darkness

This is a poem about how I envision my feelings and probably how others feel as well

I can hear the voices of the darkness scratch within my head,

They linger and pull on me when I lay in my bed,

They laugh at the nightmares they plant in the wake of my dreams,

They seem to feel absolute power from the trepidation of my screams,

They're power is formidable at best, and I am tired and weak,

My strength and sanity is coming to their absolute peak,

My fears are brought to my attention so vividly its surreal,

Everything they push towards me, and inside me, I feel,

You may not believe me, but I do not care what you think,

For I am so little, so small, the only thing I do is shrink,

These monsters play with me all day and all night,

They know I no longer have the will at all to fight,

I am dragged here and there, and through hell everyday,

I am forced to smile, laugh, and be absolutely gay,

But, inside there is a war, which is one I will never win,

The war of constantly wanting to cry, but I have to grin,

The voices of the darkness, and the monsters are real,

They are my depression, and they're here to help me feel.

Author's Note

If this made you feel uncomfortable, don't read any poems I have about monsters. :)