Monster

Inner Demons that everyone faces with not always the same way in this poem but always in some shape way or form.

It looks so plain on the outside like white on rice on the inside its a monster with a fire of anger and hatred no one can douse it,its time to turn around was a long time ago

 

It only shows in signs of agression or grief,sorrow and madness,its a quiet thing like the sea before the storm

 

It likes to make me think its farther away from me then it truly is,hiding in the dark waiting to take ahold

 

I have come to the conclusion that the monster in the mirrior is no mere illusion

While the monster comes out to play another shall suffer one more day

It has no remorse for the course it travels it only wants to see other peoples troubles

Author's Note

Thoughts?