Inside me lives a monster,
A strong monster,
Able to tear everything up in an instant,
But instead it chooses to terrorize me,
Only me.
I guess this monster Belongs to me.
But sometimes this monster is my friend,
It shares its strength with me,
Its confidence with me.
But usually,
It chooses to put me down.
That ends today,
Today,
I take hold of this monster,
I'll put it on a leash,
And release it when i want.
This monster,
Belongs to ME.
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Ticking
PoetryThe struggle is real - My attempts at poetry. Why the title? Life's a ticking clock, and it only stops once, when your time is up. Between that period, from when it starts till stops, you have the opportunity to make something of yourself. Be amazi...
