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

A photo of my calico cat, Kit-Kit.

MMSwrites

IL

13 years old

Poetry

By MMSwrites

She is Disorder

“Stay away,” they’ll say
“She doesn’t think right,”
“She has horrible visions,
incomprehensible to the mind.”

She is disorder
She is me
A single thought blossoms
into sweet insanity

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Poetry

By MMSwrites

The glow of the TV

Do you remember the time
that you and I
spent in front of the TV?
We watched Disney cartoons
and the world around us
stopped.

I remember
when nothing else mattered
and we could just be.

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Poetry

By MMSwrites

Rainbow SUV

Sometimes I miss
little things that meant nothing to some
but everything to me

Do you remember the childlike wonder
on those rare days when we got to see

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