Dark Short Poems

You so called monster

I may be young and fragile,

An easy target to beat,

But when you look at my weak body,

That's when you go into heat,

Hit me, beat me, satisfy your needs

But in the end was it all worthwhile

Beating a young girl whilst she weeps?

Today I grow happy and strong

I am proud of who I am

I have people who care and love me

But do you even have a so called friend?

You may not hurt or even cry

But when you look in the mirror

You'll see that monster within you and it will never die