The Monster In My Mind

      The monster in my mind has no mercy.

            I am it's puppet.

          It, the puppeteer.

                 I can't escape from myself.

          It deludes my brain with horrible thoughts.

           Sick twisted things you can't imagine.

               But my mind is fully capable of that.

    I'm not your average twelve year old.

                        But it's not my fault.

     It's my thoughts.

            All day, in a daze.

  Can't focus, it won't let me.

                       The last time I was free,

Was when I was in a coma.

                                  That was bliss.

               Friends and family are concerned.

          I can't respond.

                      Some think drugs.

 Some think madness.

                    No.

                                    It's just the monster.

 Doing what it does best.

             Destroys.

      I can't defend myself.

       I'm not strong enough.

    My will is weak.

 That's what it feeds on.

        Will power.

                Confidence.

                     Self Esteem.

                       Good thoughts.

It loves that stuff.

            So I am just an empty shell.

              No boogeymen, shadows or demons here.

   Just my mind.

  The monster.

   

 

Author's Note

Thanks noelle, for this brilliant idea. Review please!

Reviews

[Bella-Marie]

Ooooooooh... well written indeed, and an amazing idea! Brilliant, as you said! Can't wait to see some more writing like this.