The monster is fighting me
From the inside
Tearing at the seams
And doing anything to get out
I don't like this monster, though
He's mean, abusive, scary and crude.
He tears things
Tears them and destroys anything in his path
He makes the ones I love fear me
He makes me my own worst enemy
I feel like I'm turning
Into the one who created this monster inside me
I don't know where I belong anymore
I'm so lost
The monster makes me so tired
Tired of everything
I just want peace
-And time- away from this monster
I just want to go to sleep
And to never wake up again
To never have to face the pain again
To never have to face the monster again
Because sooner or later,
He will be the death of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem