Poems

Villians

This is one I've read somewhere, I can't remember who made it so all rights to original author.

There's a villian in every story.
The wicked witch of the west,
The wicked witch of the east.
The evil step-mother, a monster, a beast.
What does a villian look like?
Some people may ask.
It doesn't always have a black cape,
Or a witch's broom,
Or a big and scary mask.
I have a villian of my own.
But they're very hard to see.
They have a really good disguise,
They look alot like me.
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Who's the fairest of them all?
Or maybe its,
Monster, monster inside of me,
Tell me, tell me what you see.
Rip me apart.
Tear me to shreads.
Make me a prisoner.
Inside my own head.
Tell me what I am.
Tell me what I'm not.
Tell me what I need.
And tell me what I got.
You bring out my scars,
My sadness, fears, and aggression.
You cause me alot of envy,
And leave me with my depression.
Deprive me of my confidence.
Take away my self-esteem.
Cause me to fear judgment.
And make me yell and scream.
You taunt me with your words.
Like this is some kind of game.
But when it comes down to it.
There is no one to blame.
This villian isn't a creature.
Or a devil sent from hell.
It isn't a witch or demon.
The villian is myself.
I try to fight it but it won't stop.
It's never going to cease.
It's mean, it's a liar.
I'm the beuty and the the beast.
There's a villian in every story.
That statement is true.
But how do you kill the monster,
When it lives inside of you?