The Grendel In Me Hides Beneath The Surface
Causing My Inner Turmoil, Telling Me I'm Never Good Enough
No Matter What I Do Or How Hard I Try To Subdue Him
He Manages To Break Through My Thin Wall Of Self-Esteem
Anytime I Choose Right From Wrong
He Whispers, "Does It Matter?
No One Cares; Wrong Choice, Try Again"
Coaxing Me Out Of The Light And Further Into Darkness
The Darker I Get, My Anger Blooms
Fuel For My Inner Darkness, Begging To Be Set Free
Again He Whispers, "Set It Free, Lash Out, Don't Hold Me Back, Let Me Out, Only A Few Minutes
Sometimes I Listen, Hurting Anyone Close Enough For Me To Target
But When It Goes Too Far, I'm No Longer My Body's Master
Killing Him With Kindness No Longer Works
And Only When I Fight Fire With Fire Do I Have Enough Strength To Subdue Him
But It Never Lasts, It's A Cycle
The Grendel In Me Remains
And Will Probably Never Be Defeated
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The Grendel In Me
PoetryThis was a poem I had to do for my 12th grade literature class. It's very crude but we had to choose between Grendel and Beowulf. And I'm also not good at writing poems.
