The Poetry Book

The Monster

Look at the boy, what do you see?

Happiness and purity radiating from his perfect skin

The boy was so complete, unscathed without a flaw at be

The boy hears these things and shows his flashy grin

They see my surface, not what's inside.

The boy wanted this, for he knew his inside was dark

Concealed from view, a monster torments the boy

It had extinguished all light, even the faintest spark

Torment wasn't enough for this monster, it wanted to destroy

Clawing, ripping, it wants me to break.

Clawing at his skin, the monster wanted to be free

But the boy dealt with the pain, he couldn't let it out

The people he loved would hurt if he let it flee

And he knew this without a doubt

I can't fight much longer, he will get his way

Making his mark, the monster left a cut open wide

The boy cried in pain as he lost his act

His flawless skin now bared a new scar to find

And with it came a horrifying new fact

I'm my own monster

The boy realized that he and the monster were one in the same

For the brightest smiles have played the darkest game