The Monster

A moment you can’t make

a feeling you can’t shake

I am the monster

they tell you is fake


 

I am the apathy

leftover from hate

I’m what they hate

that’s what they’ll say


 

I’m the enemy

to me

I’m the burden

to you

I’m nothing

to them

‘till they notice too


 

I’m like a leech

I take

and take

You’ll never even notice

‘till it’s too late

The monster isn’t me

but it’s who I’ve come to be

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’m sorry


 

A moment you can’t make

a feeling you can’t shake

I am the monster

destroying dreams in my wake

MMSwrites

IL

13 years old

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