Book Full of Emotion- My Poetry

You Created This Monster

I am, but a waist of space

Bitter filled in a darkened place

Poisonous tone, my voice is laced

Intense hatred of the human race

Dare to try, dare to come in

Seek and find what's deep within

Just beneath my ashen skin

A monstrous creation, to me, akin

There's a reason I am colored gray

So, as smoke, I'd fade away

Until then, with your mind I play

"They fell into my knife, each ten times", I say.

A compulsive a liar, a bad one at that

Quirky, sarcastic, a little bit fat

So, on me... they repeatedly shat

In a chair, taking it, I mutely sat

After years of torment I'd gone insane

I felt so worthless, like my life was vain

My heart was empty, a suffocating pain

With my head down, I cried to the rain

I wasn't heard, I was left to die

By my window seat, I'd quietly cry

Not one for talking, I was actually shy

So, I shut out the world and I said, "Good-bye."

I went off for holiday, took a vacation

While the hurt inside built a dark creation

To show the world; what a sickening temptation

So, I gave in, and from now on, lost patience.

I wasn't someone to take advantage of anymore

I wasn't one who'd sit wordlessly and endure,

The heart-aching taunts that they would implore

I said bye, while crazy just arrived at the door

"You're all gonna wish you had never said...

Those putrid things from your thoughtless heads."

"I'm afraid I'll have to paint each of you in red."

I'll leave none alive, I wish you all dead."

So, here's were the knives make their debut

Stab each of my acquaintances as if on cue

Though there were ones I felt for, only a few

I'm guessing I killed an innocent, one or two.

I went off my handle, madness you taught

Though the monster within did help as we fought

I've been caged, labeled a killer, just as I thought.

Even though this was you. This was what you brought.

So, as you lay inside your velvet laced tomb

I hope that in hell you can assume

You deserved what came to your presume

And you rage and you destroy and you regretfully fume

You feel the need to slice me to bits

Punish my with your hurtful "wit"

As you rot inside a six foot pit

And realize: You created this monster...