Monster short poem

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Happiness is a lie when all you do is cry.
What’s the use for you to try.

Broken parts, shattered hearts feeling it before it starts.

But oh how you laugh and smile in the crowds
Your mother must be so proud.

Darkness smirks eyes are red
Hiding under the bed.
Then you realize it is you.

You are the monster in the dark
The shadow in the park.
How can it be, how could I not see that the demon is me.

How do I free myself from the sin?
How do I Win?
How do I face my fears
So close to tears.

Blown away by the wind
Pen strokes on paper but the words don’t make sense.

Need to run the deed is done child to none.
But oh how do I cry to my mother? For my father with my lover.

Covered in filth from a life thrown away
Taken things for granted
Now there is nothing.
I’m addicted to the sting.

Dusted and rusted my soul is disgusted by my actions for satisfaction. I’m the beast, the demon, the monster.

Now I see
How it will be
I will never be free.

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