Monster

Bottling up past anger lead me to this.

Call me selfish or immature, 

but I can't stand it anymore. 

I hate you, 

I hate you. 

I hate you. 

Who've you become. 

What you've done. 

I despise it.

Were you never a good person? 

Was your only goal meant for destruction? 

A trail of bleeding hearts you left behind. 

I'm ashamed to say I knew you. 

Seeing your face

it brings back memories

not ones of love

but ones of agony

how could you have done those things?

We trusted you,

we all did.

You tore apart my best friend

Left another feeling worthless

And forced others,

so many others

to be something they're not. 

Why?

Was it all fun and games?

What satisfaction did you feel?

But I'm not one to talk

I'm the worst one here

Your faults are mine.

Why, do you wonder?

You truly do not remember?

Everything you are now

is a part of my old self

My own personal demon.

I created you.

Author's Note

Seriously, I loathe this poem. But I'll keep it around because reading through it is like therapy.

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Well then you should keep it around. I have poems like that, they were painful to write but helpful reminders to read when I need a reality check. It's hard when we are betrayed, yet we play a significant part in our own betrayal. Very clever poem.

[KatiePie]

This felt up close and personal,
like you were in the same room as me yelling this at me.
[I hugged my teddy]

[Alice_In_WhateverLand]

WOW.... like literally, you gave me goose bumps! I loved every stanza, every word feels like it was spat me, like you were talking to me! The questions you ask, are very real. The kind of questions you know you will probably never get an answer too. I enjoyed your poem, it is written perfectly :) Don't hate this poem, learn from it :) xox