The Monster (First Poem... Thoughts?)

 

Abuse.

It is real.

It is not an easy fight.

It is waiting at night, haunting your dreams,

It is some kind of awful scheme,

Like the big bad wolf looking for his meal.

Almost like a scary movie,

You know what’s going to happen,

But it still makes you jump when the door opens and you see him standing there.

He gets close to you and all you want to do is scream,

But you know what will happen if you do.

When he kisses you,

And you feel nothing but hate and regret.

Abuse.

It’s not the victim’s fault even when they start to think it is,

It is real.

It happens to real people,

Even to the people you don’t expect.

To people who fake smile every day,

Yet cry themselves to sleep every night.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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