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Behind every smile is a smirk,
Behind every laugh is a growl,
And behind every good deed
There is an evil, evil plan.
His eyes are searching, missing nothing,
His tongue is sweet and sharp,
His intentions are nothing if not murderous,
His heart is as cold as ice.
He uses people for his pleasure,
He finds out hurt to be amusing,
He cannot love, and does not want to,
He traps the naive within his grasp.
He's evil, he's a monster,
One I've spent much time with.
I've figured out his tricks, his lies,
And how he manipulates the world.
He tried to break me, hurt me, kill me,
But I've survived and seen through him.
I'm a loose string, a oops, a mistake,
Because now, I can reveal who he is.
He tried to woo me, pretend to love me,
But it only worked for so long.
He tried to threaten me, scare me,
But by then, I was already gone.
Watch out, don't let him catch you,
He'll rip your heart out, tear you apart.
Don't get close, don't let him trick you,
Take my warning, he's a monster.
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The Monster Is I
I promise,
there really are monsters
hiding underneath my bed,
but I also swear that the one
lurking inside of me
is far more dangerous
And it tells me with hisses
terrible, terrible things
and I know they're all true
"Put your fingers on your wrist.
Girl, are you really
alive?"
No, I can never be.
I can't
be the sun and have galaxies
gravitate toward me or
revolve around me and
I can never
break through universes and universes
until my hunger is sated, so
I'm always starving
(This empty hole must be in
the pit of my stomach,
but I also feel a gap inside
my heart,
so maybe everything is filled
with holes)
My hands have become so greed
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Me, the monster
Not a soul
In sight
To help me
In this fight
I'm all alone
On my own
I can't rest
Until I go down
I'm fighting myself
A dangerous opponent
I can't help it
I'm a monster who has to be put down
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Monster
I'm the monster.
No, I don't need to hide under your bed,
inside your thoughts is good enough for me.
Only help will make me go away,
and I make sure you don't get it ever.
I come when your full of high spirits,
and push you down into a pit of despair.
Sometimes, I leave and make you
feel the cold numbness you despise.
You'd rather hurt then be numb,
and welcome me back.
Only the strong ones can shake me off,
and continue on their right path;
instead of the bad one I've created for you.
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I just kinda jotted this down whilst I was thinking. It's a spur of the moment poem.
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