There is something scary living inside me,
Of me, he asks of someone I cannot be.
A replica of his soul,
He wants to cast me in his mold.
Forced to reborn,
To grow devilish horns!
Forced to revamp,
To grow thirsty fangs!
Alas, escape I cannot,
Or put up a fight of any sort.
Through me, he shall spawn,
And through him, I see a new dawn.
Nothing I will do or say,
But to be who he wants me to play.
And oh, have I told thee,
That his name was The Ideal Me?
I like this poem, I am able to read my own thoughts into it. This is truely the works of the poet, not only freedom of expression but also entertaining the audience. As such I gave it a 6/10, the highest grade I have given any poems I have read since I have been here and trust me I have read over 600 poems now. You have really great potential as a poet, you should continue writing but keep in mind that poems aren't all about rhymes. I liked the aabb rhyming you employed but some of your rhymes were forced and as such it through off the coherency of the poem. This is certainly one of the better poems here though.
I haven't read that before, though I've heard of Mr. Hyde before. I might check it out ;) Thanks!
This is a bit like the book 'Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde' :) Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Nicholas for such wonderful compliments. This is truly one of the best compliments I have received so far. :) I understand what you meant by forced rhyming and I certainly felt that way too :) I shall write more and better. :)