When I look in the mirror,
It’s not what you’d think.
What I see is the Monster in me.
The Monster in me,
Waiting to come out.
Screaming, “Set me free! Set me free!”
You’ll never know when you look at me
I’m trying to contain the beast.
Rattle the cage, pick the lock, “Set me free! Set me free!”
Not some kind of Jekyll and Hyde
More than a masquerade.
Happy on the outside, raging on the inside.
Beating on the doors of my heart.
Don’t anger me, I’ll set free
The Monster in me.
“Just let me out”
“It won’t hurt”
“Set me free! Set me free!”
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
When I look in the mirror,
It’s not what you’d think.
What I see is the Monster in me.
The Monster in me,
Waiting to come out.
Screaming, “Set me free! Set me free!”
You’ll never know when you look at me
I’m trying to contain the beast.
Rattle the cage, pick the lock, “Set me free! Set me free!”
Not some kind of Jekyll and Hyde
More than a masquerade.
Happy on the outside, raging on the inside.
Beating on the doors of my heart.
Don’t anger me, I’ll set free
The Monster in me.
“Just let me out”
“It won’t hurt”
“Set me free! Set me free!”
this was the first poem I wrote that I actually thought was goodish
