When I was ever so young I was terrified
Of those big ugly monsters under my bed,
Never did I think to dream
I'd later be battling with monsters deep in my head.
I struggling to sleep at night
As they wonder around crushing my thoughts within
Tarnishing everything that was once a beloved dream.
I try to get help, yet the shut me down,
Scaring me into keeping quite
Otherwise they will hurt me further inside.
Slowly they're killing me
Yet what can I do,
They control me now, they running this show;
Whispering their commands for me to follow
I'm just their stupid puppet on the string
Waiting for when they throw me aside
Laying broken in the corner,
Becoming nothing but a dust collector.
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Wandering Fields
Poetry∞ Third addition to my poetry books ∞ Amazing cover created by, @WhiteMixedWithBlack, without her, I wouldnt be here writting this book. I wouldn't be the strong person I am today. She is the most amazing support anyone can ask for. Thank you Missy...
