Monsters

Sun, 11/03/2013 - 21:21 -- RuJo3

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At times I'm like a pigeon,
As free as can be.
But when I'm locked in,
My cage is inside of me.

They say 'as free as a bird'
But I don't want to be free.
I just want to be heard.
Why won't anyone listen to me?

When I look at myself,
I scream and I shout.
I want what's inside
To just be let out.

Only some see the good in me.
They see what I could be.
They choose to ignore
The monster I was before.

This monster of mine
Is like that of Frankenstein.
It just needs love and affection,
Given fully with no question.

The monster's heart is in recession,
But someone just sharing their time,
Chases away all the depression,
And any bad thoughts of mine.

There's a monster in everyone,
Some more than others.
It makes you want to be done
And just hide under the covers.

Some handle the monster well.
Some are destroyed by it.
Some lives become hell.
Some couldn't give a shit.

The monster in you,
Is different from the one in me.
Yours hurts you too,
But you don't let people see.

Yours makes you emotional and sad,
While mine just makes me mad.
But you handle it better than I;
You hardly ever cry.

Mine gets to me every day.
Yours doesn't, or so you say.
Yours is more extreme than mine,
But we'll tone yours down with time.

I just hope we tone it down,
Because once we do,
You can put on your princess crown,
And I'll remain a servant, faithful to you.

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