My Book of Poetry

My Demons

This poem is about being left to pick up the pieces, and knowing that you are strong enough to do so. This is the first rhyming poem that I've put on here. I actually like how this poem came out, so I think I'll try to do a rhyme scheme in more of my poems.

People say that monsters don't sleep under your bed

They instead sleep in your head

And I don't know if that's really true

But if it is, my only monster is you

The pain I feel

It's so surreal

Because you left me, after all

You survived just to watch me fall

And as I rose to pick up the pieces of my heart you so carelessly destroyed

I found myself overjoyed

Because I lost something I no longer needed

I found the strength to face my demon

And as you walked away from the mess that I was

I picked myself up and that is because

I am the strongest person you will ever meet

And I walked away from you, on my own two feet