Nothing will control the way it feels
When it pours down your face
Or out your hands
It's like a peer rage
Of something I can't explain
There is so much of it I can't stop it
It's like I'm a monster
Being controlled from this power
The power of feeling worthless
Like I am nothing
A meer shadow in the dark
I want to punch and scream
But I can only
Drag the sharp blade through my skin
I can only let the tears fall
I'm calling out for help
But no one can hear me at all
I wanting to get away
There is a banging at my door
It's louder and louder
It won't go away
It reeks of alcohol
It sounds of rage
I don't know what he wants
I hate feeling this way
I'm trapped in a corner
Stuck in fear
Deer in the headlights
If I make a sound
He'll know I'm awake
He'll break down the door
And take me away
I'm not the monster
He is
He controls how I feel
I feel him coming
I feel him cracking open the door
The heat of anger heaps in
I'm afraid
I wish to disappear from this place
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Poetry about a monster
PoetryFrom you to me, the monster you seek is all inside the bottle you drink, please set me free from your awful reach. This is a series of different parts of poetry I right enjoy. I mean as much as you can please leave comments or feed back!
