There is a monster in my mind
He comes out when I’m alone
He tells me that happiness is a lie
And death’s a better home
He shows me all the hurt
I put my family through
Every mistake I made
He says “Its all on you”
He has never spoke a lie
He tells me how it is
He says that if I would die
I would no longer be his
The monster in my mind
Controls my every breath
He is making me write this poem
He is going to cause my death.
3 comments
There is a monster in your mind. Actually, the monster is your mind. Your mind is not your friend.
I read a book called; Dispelling Wetiko, breaking the curse of evil. It’s about the very thing your poem talks about. Wetiko is a native american name for that monster in your mind.
Great poem..keep working at that monster..shine a light on him and flush him (or her) out.
So raw. Brilliant!
Thank you