over
when you are hurt
emotionaly or physicly
when you put up with everything
because it is the easy way out
when you return battered and bruised
feelings hurt, ego lowered
you start to say is ok
becuase you arnt worth any thing more
it stops now
i stuck up for you
what do i get in return
nothing
the moment i speak up
the day i stop putting up with it
the second i put myself first
that is the moment i become the monster
no one knows the hurt i dealt with
but that doesnt change their looks
to them i am just the monster
the cruel ugly enemy
the one who yelled at the poor shy girl
the one who said mean things
i am the monster
well let me tell you this
all the on lookers who hate me
that so shy girl
she is the rude, cruel one
she insults for fun
she hurts because she can
the moment anyone raises their voice
they become the monster
i dont want to go back to you
but lonelyness deflates me
it penetrates the deepest cooks
and the deepest caranys
i think myself stupid
because of you
i think my self not worthy
becuase of you
i hate myself
becuase you told me to
i lost that confidence and that fierce will
all becase of you
but hey who is the victum
me or you
Rachel Bond
Thu 25th Feb 2016 17:00
interesting. i know the monster. it seems you are highlighting the violence of passive aggression.
somebody stole from me so i shouted at her and became the monster because no one could stomach the pretty tears of such a sweet young girl..it is a bollox. She was the thief but I the monster raised my voice in honest rage that the last straw had be stolen.
the sly know how to play it quiet.
tbh i think the next poem could be a bit 'tighter'...but only to suit my tastes. i think that incorporating big idea into the fewest words is a skill that accentuates the point. like an arrow. I'm working on it :)