Looking In

It's me but it's not me at the same time

Looking in

There is an evil inside my head

who every night before bed

whispers strange nothings in my ear:

Would you like to hear a secret, Dear?

I shake my curls and hide my face

I know exactly what it’ll say. 

Its hands are heavy, ugly and rotting

Come now child am I so haunting? 

    You can’t hide your thoughts or fears.

    I know the reason for all these tears. 

    Here fill this glass, Dear. Cheers! 

The breath smells of molding fish

I clench my jaw when it nuzzles my wrist.

I feel its cheek slug down my arm.

    Have I ever caused physical harm?

    You’ve done that yourself-- such deep scars.

    Tell me now, do you know who you really are? 

    Me! Me! Darling, why can’t you see? 

I don’t call out, I dare not pray 

In fear of what God will say. 

That I am the one wilting away. 

Author's Note

Does the rhyme sound forced? I don't do too many rhyme poems.

Reviews

[Kayris]

For being your only rhyming poem, it's pretty good. A couple do seem forced, for example the insisting of drinking from the glass seems to be only there for the rhyme, but in contrast, the "Me, me" line seems out of place because it /doesn't/ rhyme. Yet, in consensus, it does flow well rhythmically throughout the rest of it.

[Bacchus]

Shaking your curls is a good
Contrasting line here...

[Kathrine Rethorn]

Thank you!

[😂]

hehe, listen to the evil!

Nyway, great poetry here, i like how you change the font style when the character changes. Your piece flows well, and shows that you know how to write like this.

[wordman]

sounds like two personalities fighting with one another,the rythum was great

[Kathrine Rethorn]

You got it! Thank you for the commentary!!