A poem of truth and pain, calling out the monster within oneself. |
Dear Monster, Are you proud of yourself? You sit there And down just about everyone You make their lives Seem demeaning But There’s one You treat worse Than the others One Who goes everyday Wondering Why she’s here Why she’s alive You torture her everyday You make fun of her Of her flaws Of her perfections Her appearance Her personality You spit harsh words In her direction You push her around You used to beat her up You sit there and Hurt her But You don’t care Just about everyone Would say They have it worse than she Because they feel pain But I disagree The difference Between her and them Is they feel happiness She doesn’t Sure she can clean herself up And throw on a smile Or let out a laugh But behind it is pain And depression She can’t go a day without wanting to cry Worst of all You’ve pushed her To horrible thoughts And acts She thinks of blades And ropes And weapons of all sorts Any way to possibly end her misery Whether it’s the pain Or life itself She shows up with New cuts Or bruises Or pains in anyway She goes around Sadder than ever And hides it all in But with each passing day She’s letting go little by little Until One day She’ll be gone Completely gone She won’t be able To hold on forever So Let me ask you again Are you proud of yourself? I also want to know Do you regret any of it? What made you this way? But most of all I want to know Why? Just Why? Sincerely, The Truth |