Monster Poem by abigail berrocal

A monster is a person who is wicked
So I hang out with one in the weekends
Why you might ask?
Because I always get him back
Not because I want
But because of my heart
My mind tell me to leave you
My heart tells me to stay with you
That you will change
And that it will never happen
Ever again
But you will not change
And it always happens again.
I am so confused
My head spins so fast
That I just want to puke! ! ! !
Let me calm down,
Before I answer you…
And think with a straight head
And think what is right for me…