My Little Monster

Most people think about their lives, 

what they'll do who they'll be.

I was once like that you see,

thinking of the future thinking of whats meant to be.

Until the day came where I choose to end it all,

It didn't work I was still here,

I came upon a kitten one day,

he was very sweet and loved me so,

and so I thought I can't end my life who would feed this little kitty.

He was a bitter, a fighter, a lover, and a hunter.

He could be mean he could be nice,

he was crazy and I loved him.

He was my little monster. 

And thus I couldn't live without him.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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