I am a monster,
A villian in disguise,
A wolf in sheep's clothing,
With rage behind my eyes.
I don't want to be a monster
Who cuts and kills and steals,
I want to be a nice young girl,
Not the one who forgets to feel.
I wish to rid of the monster
Who draws me in too deep,
Who reminds me of the bad things,
When I cry myself to sleep.
Why is there a monster
Whose affection seems to lack
Who wants everyone else's love,
But never gives it back.
So tell me tiny monster,
How do I rid of thee?
How can I kill the monster
When the monster's part of me?
T.K.
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Eremophobia
RandomThe fear of being yourself. This is a collection of poems loosely based on my life, and things I've witnessed while growing older. I've noticed that people tells us to "be yourselves", but then they are disappointed with who "ourselves" really are...
