December 13, 2015

12/13/15 poem This monster that I have become Has pushed away E-ver-y-one This monster that I keep inside I have to hide Cannot confide Anger consumes The fire blooms Should it go out Without a doubt It will be back I have a knack For getting mad It is so sad Some people say They cannot see The other side Inside of me I keep her hid So very well Sometimes it gets So hard to tell Where she ends And where I start Does she even Have a heart?