Ripping at me from the inside,
the beast wants to tear me apart.
I feed it with dreams and hopes,
but nothing keeps it at bay for long.
Little by little I lose myself
I'm being taken over by something surreal and frightning.
One day I will look in the mirror and
I won't be able to recognize the monster I have become.
I scream, but it is moot, people are deaf and blind to change
when the metamorphasis is not pretty.
How can I blame them? I do not even like myself.
I avoid facing the me I have transformed into.
And you should too...
Author notes
Done for a contest.
A contest entry
- A contest for the masses by Danneh.
600 points, ended October 4, 2007, 34 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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