Monster

A depressing poem about the dark side of a person and insanity. Yes, another depressing poem.

I saw a monster today,

It was angry and scary,

It's breathing was loud,

As it stared back at me.

I always saw blood,

Dripping from it's fingers,

It's eyes cold and glaring,

Constantly giving me shivers.

It looked angry but sad,

Trying to call out for help,

For anyone willing to turn around,

And break it out of its shell.

It only wanted company,

Of someone who might understand,

A heart that's slowly being corrupted,

By the darkness' hands.

But everyone cowers in fear,

And the situation gets worse,

The monster shows its true form,

Embracing its dark curse.

As I stood in front of the mirror,

I can now finally understand,

That the bloody hand print on the glass,

Was from my very own hand.