The monster underneathe

The monster underneathe

A Poem by A Drawer of Paper Roses
"

I am not emo

"
Can you guess who I am?
"Yes, your Devy, my friend!"
Your face is confused in frustration as I laugh at you some more.
It's seem you've forgotten so easily why I left
Can't you tell?
I called you my friend, I let you in.
You knew my barrier, all mighty and strong
Unbreakable
Unless its from within. And that's what did.
I was another tool in your silly game.
You could've cared less if I got murdered
But you hid it so well with your lies.
You were just after my secrets
I should've known it all along.
But you were my first friend
The first one to try to know me
The first one I let into my gates
And after you got what you wanted
You tore down my gates
Burned them to the ground
Laughing as the embers rose from them
Dancing on the ashes of my protection.
All this, just for a damn bet.
All for that damn money
And you left there, alone and shattered
Just the sight of you makes my stomach twist
So you come back to me, looking for comfort
Because your lies were finally revealed.
They real scum who your are.
No ones wants to help you anymore
No longer can you feed off others like the disgusting parasite you are.
Here you are begging on your knees for mercy.
You look so pitiful that any one would take you in.
But I know the monster underneath those pleading eyes.
And the door slams shut.

© 2012 A Drawer of Paper Roses


Author's Note

A Drawer of Paper Roses
Repeat, I am not emo, nor depressed!

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real lol

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cute poem:)
It looks like it's from two point of views

Posted 8 Years Ago


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