What's it like to foster a monster,
a monster clawing at my chest,
breaking through despite my best
My best to keep at rest,
resting peacefully,
Taking ahold of pieces of me
Driving me insane,
The thought is inane
Dark claws gripping my brain
It's easy hiding a burden
If you just let it turn in,
Turned into a monster,
The monster I foster.
I swear there is nothing wrong with me.
Least nothing y'all can see
Nothing I care much to tell you
And not because there is nothing you can do
It's just not fair to share
The burden I bear
Just help me smile
And I'll try to walk another mile
All you hear is sighing,
But there aren't many tears from crying
Tell you nothing is wrong
Yet, might be gone before long
Is this a call for help
Welp.
Going to say no
Hope you don't miss me when I go.
YOU ARE READING
Compilation of Poetry
PoetrySome times I just gotta get stuff off my chest. Cry for attention? Probably not. Just want to see if others appreciate my poetry. See what others think. Hey, maybe my emotional side can entertain. :)
