my poems

monster

I fear the monster inside my head,

he who made me in mothers bed.

Just stealing her heart,

to tear it apart.

Thought he was only good for theft,

abandoning her I was left.

Didn't want what she was given,

to depression she was driven.

sometimes mom looks at me like I am him,

as if I'll be cruel on a whim.

Like my smile,

will turn vile.

"Like father like son,"

though he wasn't one. 

He is the monster,

to me and mother.

I loathe to be the mirror,

of the man here no more.

Abused her love,

tainted the dove.