Monster

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It was undeniable. I was becoming something i never intended to be. A monster. I was the type to put people's happiness over mine. That was the first mistake i made. I let people take my kindness for granted. Kept giving them chance after chance. Holding in all the pain that they were causing. Pushing people away.
The Monster sneered as it took a glance in the old dirty mirror at its self. It shook the sneer off it's face, replacing it with a evil grin and peering into it's own eyes in the mirror. Silently telling the old personality of it's self to stay back and to never come to surface or never be seen. The old personality had it's time to shine. But so many people caused a whole new personality to develop and take on the role of being the main personality.
The Monster once did care about people. But not anymore. It only cares about it's self. Keeping to it's self. Speaking it's mind whenever the hell it wants. Pushing people away who try to gain access in it's locked up heart.

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