The Monster In Me
I can feel its gaze on me
those eyes full of blood lust
cold, calulating
assessing every inch of me
but I dont know why?
its always there
whispering in my ear
so convincing I somtimes forget myself
sometimes screaming at me
calling me a failure
worthless
pathetic
then there's me, the real me
not that moster
not that vile creature
no this one reminds me
of the hope I see
that I am not alone and never was
that I am worth it
but...
somtimes its hard to hear me, the real me
Copyright © Sarah Griffel | Year Posted 2015
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