The nights grow colder and the troubled days get longer. I stare this person I've never seen before. She has a cute dainty face, with freckles that looked flicked on by a paint brush. Her hair falls far below her shoulders with eyes like the Caribbean sea to compliment. I've grown up with her but have no idea who she is. All I know is that she's staring at me everytime I look in a mirror.
Monsters
Monsters know no bounds, stinging my eyes from cigarette smoke. Most children feared of the monster under their bed. I feared the one in the living room. I knew nothing in the dark would hurt me like my monster does. I always thought the creatures in the dark were fascinating, I wondered if they saw what I had feared.My monster would hurt me, I never knew why maybe the creatures in the dark might know. While living with my monster I hoped he'd never finish off the decoy. I was terrified that if he finished off the decoy and I'd be the only thing left. I was never afraid of the monsters under my bed or in my closet, but I am terrified of my monster I call Uncle.
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PoetryA collection of Poems to read if you feel as like no one understands you.
