I wrote a new poem tonight because i've been feeling a little off. I don't know if it's sadness creeping up on me or what, but I needed to get a bit off of me chest. So here it is. It's called What If I'm The Monster.
Fed lies so many times it's bent and twisted up the truth.
Swallowed up their ether like it's bringing back my youth.
Choked down the pain so I myself could live another lie.
Anytime i'm cornered I just smile and turn shy.
It's easy to be seen as both quiet and unique.
Never hearing pointed words attack upon the street.
But inside I am shaking, breaking right down to my core.
Wondering if all the people just wish to see the gore.
This thing that's left inside of me just makes me lose my mind.
It makes me run in fear of one day what I may just find.
I know there is a monster that lives inside of me,
But what if i'm the monster who has already been freed.
Fed lies so many times it's bent and twisted up the truth.
Swallowed up their ether like it's bringing back my youth.
Choked down the pain so I myself could live another lie.
Anytime i'm cornered I just smile and turn shy.
It's easy to be seen as both quiet and unique.
Never hearing pointed words attack upon the street.
But inside I am shaking, breaking right down to my core.
Wondering if all the people just wish to see the gore.
This thing that's left inside of me just makes me lose my mind.
It makes me run in fear of one day what I may just find.
I know there is a monster that lives inside of me,
But what if i'm the monster who has already been freed.
Delusion island? Oh..... Is that what am delusions are?
See, my psychiatrist was good at not explaining stuff to me and stuff.
And throwing drugs at me.
Fucker.