Creature
I have a creature
a creature encased in a box with tinted walls
for years and years I fought this creature
for days and days I cut this creature
whose blood was full of greed and depression
I thought and thought "I love this creature"
but no one ever taught this creature
what selfishness was
nights went by and I begged this creature
cried to this creature
screamed at this creature
"Please leave me alone dear creature"
the creature merely smiled and said
"the more and more you stare at me, creature, the more and more you take on my features"
I sat and sulked silently to my creature
my creature broke my image
my creature wrecked my body
my creature brought me down
my creature fears me now
months went by I told my creature
you will not control me anymore
my creature sighed
my creature cried
and after all the years I tried
my creature finally said
"goodbye"
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