my monster

found this in my journal. i dont even remember writing it...

in the end it will all be fine

as long as you never see this hideous monster of mine.

 

where did that happy little girl go?

she left. what remains is this freak show.

 

hating the person she sees in her reflection.

feeling worthless, hurt, and most of all, rejection.

 

never to trust again and let her guard down

tattooed on her heart is a permanent frown.

 

so she runs away and puts up her wall.

burning her cheeks like acid, her tears fall.

 

now she wears a mask so she can conceal

the pain and regret she constantly feels.

 

in a room full of people she feels alone.

isolated, her heart slowly turns into stone.

 

her wounds heal but scars will remain,

her mixed-up emotions are too much to contain.

 

so she lies in bed at night and prays

that the hideous monster may forever go away.

 

what option is left when words run dry?

doesn't anyone hear her scream or her cry?

 

she is scared that the pain will never subside.

but the monster always finds her, no matter where she hides.

Reviews

[Hviske]

Sueln this is really good im rading all your stuff cuz i just came back to writers i forgot i had an account keep writing since my stuff sucks atleast someone in our family has some talent lol

[BLACKCRUSH]

This is like you took a look into my head. The way piece was written is perfect because it doesent try to be ,like you said it was a journal entry and I feel more of a connection to it. This was a excellent write.

[Juan]

Wow if I was a girl...a teenaged girl anyway lol this would be such a relatable poem for me. Your words describe emotions in such a wonderful way that it pulls the reader in and makes you feel what she feels in a way.Great poem.

[EverEmma]

I feel as though I am that monster as well. On occasion I feel useless, fat, and ugly. You flawlessly portray the teenage girl. I love this, keep writing like this.

[Nina Kari]

this is a sad poem but i cant help but love it. it makes you wonder what happend to make this monster. the use of words, the descriptions themself are wonderful. again, its sad but completly fantastic