The Monster With In Her

The demons that we have and allow them to hurt the ones we love.

I’m scared and all alone,

Locked in a closet with only my thoughts,

I’m breathing heavily as the tears run down my face,

I’m trying to hide from the monster that comes from time to time.  

I don’t want it to find me,

I don’t want it to get into my head,

Saying lies, all lies.

I tell myself that they're all lies.

I’m only seven, why is this happening to me.

Why have I been forsaken?

I’m trapped in this hell and my safe place is the closet.

This closet that I can lock from the inside.

The monster has a hold of my mommy.

It’s hard for her to shake it away,

She does, all that she can, but it’s never enough.

It’s back. Beating me both verbally and mentally,

It’s back and there’s nothing I can do.

Into the closet I go. I need to hurry, I need to lock it.

I don’t feel loved, but lost. I’m defeated. Unloved.

A psychologist dream, a head case at the age of seven.

In search for love in every which way I can get it, to fill the void.  

The void that the monster ingrained in my head.

      

Reviews

[SuspectGray]

This has a very personal feel to it. Amazing that the girl is only seven. I suggest replacing the word "there" in line eight with the word "they're"

[d.m.vargas]

Thank you for the tip, will do. personal, yes. I was the little girl in the closet waiting for the monster to fall asleep.

[SuspectGray]

..... and did it ever?

[d.m.vargas]

No, but what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger.