The monster sleeps,
the sleep of the restless.
In dreams he turns fitfully,
awaiting a mittful
of people on whose
stressed emotions he can feed.
Throughout the night
the monster breathes in deep lungfuls,
Snoring out hate in snorted growls.
Scaring away the light,
making the moon hide her eyes.
The beast wakes,
takes the day
and starts to unravel it
piece by piece,
making people feel like shit.
Disturbing the peace
gives him his high.
He doesn't shy away,
nor stay in the shadows
during the light of day,
he goes his own way,
causing mischief and hate.
He feeds you with self-distain,
making you feel less than one.
He makes you feel insane.
Straining your hope
until you have watched your life
flow down the drain. Gone.
He tells you lies
until you believe them as true.
He makes you feel like everything
is all because of you,
everything you ever do,
it is you at fault.
He controls what you do,
who you see,
what you think
and ultimately, who you'll be.
The monster or beast,
a deceiver. A thief
stealing away every part of you
and making it his own.
You are not allowed to own,
everything you have is on loan,
rented from the shady creature
that stalks your home.
Don't you see
there is no paranormal mystery.
No supernatural entity.
The monster that stands
before you and me is just a bully,
built from skin and bone.
He fears what he doesn't know.
He fears being left alone,
so he leers at you when you arrive home.
He sneers when you find the drive
to be a better person of your own.
He lies that you are worthless
because he despises
being left behind when you see through
his snide remarks.
He wants things his way,
no other way will do
and don’t dare be good
at what you do, he will ridicule,
making you feel like you don’t deserve praise,
when in truth your story is so much better
once you stop being his slave.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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