monsters
There's monsters around,
There really is,
They look just like us,
but they think very differently,
the monsters devour everything and anyone I love,
they don't like self pity,
they feed off of fear, anger, and hatrd,
they often have me questioning myself,
when I look in the mirror sometimes I start to think,
Do I look like them?
Do I act like them?
Am I starting to become one of them,
monsters in an attic or monster in a closest or monsters in a bed,
that's just some made up story to scare people,
but I met real monsters,
I really have,
Monsters are Neo-Nazis,
Monsters are communist,
Monsters are serial killers,
Monsters are in every century and every country
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.