Isaiah B.

Never Lookin' Back
2012-02-26 22:22:25 (UTC)

The Monster - A Poem I Wrote

Hey there - This is a poem I wrote in the midst of being bullied last year in sixth grade ; I titled it "The Monster". I'm thirteen (I don't know why I keep mentioning this, my birthday was five days ago)

The dark demon scrawls sinister thoughts
Into others minds with revenge as the top
Priority, His soul is drenched with hatred
Eyes with murder and heart soaked
With self loathe - they ain't no mercy
Nobody to call a friend, no family that supports
Him so he travels by himself
Head down on the road
Tear drops hit the ground every 5 steps
Everybody has kicked his emotions, spat on his past
And killed all pride left
Everyone calls him a monster, tell him he's nothing
So now he's fed up, all feelings just busting
He's screaming how he hates everybody and wants these demons outta his head
Brown eyes go black, confidence lacks, he's getting mad
His emotions beat up and battered
In this battle all morale is bruised and shattered
Assaulted but he blames everybody when it's his fault
Giving up isn't an option or a choice
He continues shouting, caution before he blows up
Nobody hears his voice, so he just ends up not giving a fuck
Doesn't bother even trying
Running from the truth, staying in the dark and hiding
Lying about his feelings because he's dying inside
He cries himself to sleep every night
While he fights to balance out what's wrong and right
Won't back down, because in this fight
Tears stream down as you see the fear water up in his eyes
He hopes, wishes, prays, believing that one day
He'll escape this hell he lives in and out in dismay
Watching the rain sprinkle down on the window pane
Is it too late? Can he change his ways?
Before he ends up lost in this world full of stress and hate
He wishing to get outta this position and race to the gates
Making desicions, too scared to ever face his fate
Face is blank but inside he's about to break
All his anger out and hope everyone's lives are at stake
So he just looks up in the sky and he just say:
"Lord, I'm not a monster, I wanna fly away"

I wrote that poem in 6th grade, as I said, when I was getting bullied... I hope you all liked this poem. Send me feedback on what you thought. Hope you all have a good day! Blessings on you.




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