The monster comes when you least expect it
from build up
of frustration
of hate
of anger
The monster comes when you want to cry
sleep
eat
and be alone
The monster prevents all of this
The monster is there when you look in the mirror
when you do sleep
and when it wakes you up
The monster has been asleep for years
Since the last time you were foolish
crazy
stupid and
oblivious
The snoring has stopped
The eyes have opened
And now your in trouble
YOU ARE READING
What Lies Within
PoëzieFor now it is just one singular poem but I am sure this book will grow. Poems MOSTLY about crushes, cause that is all that is going on with me right now, but ya.
