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Black sky with pale light compared to your beauty
Your smile looks so bright on this starry night
Tints of blues, wondering how are you?

She begins to stare and laugh into the air
Will my chances be forever there?

Her sparkling eyes as beautiful as a diamond in the sky
Why oh' why is your smile so close yet, so dry.

Your smile goes up towards the moonlight,
Your heart goes towards the sun
My thought go towards my ***'

I drift back to sleep in the deep
I awake fully in my seat.
I begin to weep
I found a girl in class with an interesting bright smile. I wonder how she can smile like that? Should I ask? (I hope for her sake its reality.)
Stranger, i'm a stranger in my own mind.

Prisoner, i'm a prisoner in my own head.

Dead, i'm a dead soul living in this breathing body.

A monster is hovering in my whole being.

Slowly affecting my will of living.

Taking over me,

owning me.

And now I don't know who I am anymore.

I am a stranger, I don't own myself anymore.

I am a prisoner, I am caged inside my thoughts.

I am dead, my existence doesn't matter anymore.

That's what this monster is doing in my head.

I need to find the key to open my cage.

Oh, wow, I found blade.

Finally, i can escape.
A poem about depression, I used the word monster as a metaphor for this awful thing.
Alexa Dec 7
Hush my pretty baby don't you cry
I see how hard you try
Baby, don't let those tears roll down
I know you are hurting, but you are not alone
Darling, imma stick it through
There isn't anything i wouldn't do for you
We're crazy baby, nobody knows our monsters
So we keep them a secret, we're the true mobsters
Hush my pretty darling don't feel no pain
I'm right here, i know you're insane
Mar Dec 6
There's more hate in me now than there ever has been before.
Why do I feel so heartbroken?
Maybe because,
Once upon a time,
I thought that I knew my way.
I thought that I knew my purpose.
I have spent so much time building myself up,
And the leviathan has knocked it all down.
My strength has withered away to nothingness,
My feelings are not even considered.
This leviathan,
Has hurt me so deep,
For the sake of love.
noren Dec 2
Our monster moments
are too many,
our saintly seconds
too less.
Kate Dec 2
I am cold.
But everyone says
You just need to get past my walls,
I am a warm person deep down.
They see what they want to but
I am cold as ice inside.
People will tell you
I have a sensitive side but
Hardly anyone sees.
What I truly am inside,
A heartless monster.
Still, my peers think they know
I am really a big softy.

Now read it bottom to top.
I tried to write this a while ago but ended up just going off on a rant instead so here is my newer version of that poem.
. . .do not be the horror,
in this world
-for others.

The weapon of a mind,
chiseled hard by. . .
alcohol, drugs

A Monster.  . .
The scariest thing there is does not hide beneath your bed at night.
It is not the silhouette that stands in the corner of your room in the dark.
It is not the cold, disembodied whisper that breaks the silence of an empty room.
It is the realization that beneath your skin lays the true horror that you hide from.

You can run from it,
You can hide from it,
You can even try to forget it,
But it will always be there,
Lurking around in the darkest inner workings of your mind,
Reminding you of who you truly are.
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