Monsters are the ones who hide in your head
Regrets of past experiences left unsaid
Demons are the ones who've lied
Wishing for your sweet demise
Humans are the ones to be feared
Weaving fates of another by the thread,
A doll to the puppeteer
The used and the useless
The puppteer plays
The final song
Shunned broken and free
They become the monsters in the sea
Fading and never behaving
To the whims of another
The reflection they see in the mirror
True intentions they come to terror
-SN
I hope you liked it I wrote this last year for English 2 and I decided to upload it.
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True Intentions
PoetryPOEM Monsters are the ones who hide in your head Regrets of past experiences left unsaid.........
