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Jan 2015
My monsters sit on my shoulders and talk to me
They point out things
Every flaw
In others
And in me

At first they kept me company
But now my monsters just hurt me
Putting down everything I do
Never do I get a break
From this unwelcomed terror

Fat
Ugly
Stupid
Worthless
Scared
Alone
Annoying
Nothing
Pain
Emo­
Selfish
Insane
Disgrace
Creepy
Strange
Outcast

These are only a few
Of the names my monsters call me
To them I'm pointless
They put me down
And make me think

Maybe
Just maybe
They might be right

My monsters laugh
They have destroyed me
For that was their plan all along
To hurt me
To cause me pain
To make me fear myself
To make me so insecure

Just to hurt me
Just to laugh
They become believable
After time and time again

My monsters left me
Once I was destroyed
For my friends at once
Had ruined me
Only to leave me all alone

My monsters are gone now
But they left me in a million pieces
So now there is no point to go on


B.C.
Bailee Carter
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