Monster

by Maddi Rose   Jun 26, 2014


I can feel it;
The monster as it moves inside of me.
Sometimes I can even see it;
It shows it ugly face and lets me know I'll never be free

It controls me;
The monster never lets me talk or think the way I want.
Sometimes it makes me hurt and cry and that's how I know it's a she;
She taunts to the point that I look haunted and gaunt.

This thing is my curse;
I cannot fight it.
This thing it uses my frreedom to do me worse;
I feel like I'm trapped in a black pit.

Depression;
It cuts like a knife.
Oppression;
I am not living my life...

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