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The Monster You've Become

 

 

I've seen you like this before

You must be drinking again

I can't help but hate you

When the monster makes you sin

 

I have seen that look on your face

That tells the story you hold inside

The story of hate and selfishness

The pain is where you reside

 

I hate the way you are

When you have turned to the bottle

The person you become

When the beer is what you cottle

 

Your words seem so harsh

And they hurt me in every way

I hate you so much it hurts

Even when you ask me to stay

 

I looked up to you all my life

I've even searched for your approval

But you have turned into something I hate

Even in my heart - All I see is removal

 

You no longer are my blood

Since you hate me so much

When you pick up that bottle

You've lost me from your clutch 

 

Chantelle M. DeJong 9/28/07 

Author notes

I have written a few pieces like this ... and each time I write them ... they make me hate my uncle more and more every day ... that selfish inconsiderate prick who thinks his alcohol is more precious than his own blood ...

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  • Asylaarix
    January 29, 2008
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    “I accept that DP Robertson can be a complete prick when it comes to commenting on something he obviously doesn’t like – I have waived my right to complain to moderators and owner of this site about his help wrapped in thistles type comments on my beloved poetry. Although I believe DP Robertson may have a bitter and twisted side to his nature, he has the right to criticise my doggerel anyway he sees fit with whatever words he chooses.”


  • Fire Storm
    October 9, 2007

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    truth hurts

    a very well written poem showing your feelings bot harsh and love,, some persons cannot see beyond that liquid stimulant and the thngs it makes them do on a regular basis,mostly they are hiding from themselves when they turn to these means to exist because they are only existing not living,,blessings of love,light,life,,laughter...Fire Stom


  • Arizona Sunset
    October 7, 2007

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    Raw emotion, and very powerful. Strong piece in which I know many could relate too...excellent poem!


  • zillion
    October 4, 2007
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    Very raw and real. A strong hold from the begining.


  • Athena Nyx
    October 2, 2007

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    Metinks...

    You should read some of my poems too. =] Like I made a bunch of ranting ones at my biological mother, who did and still does the same thing. She pick sup a bottle (or can rather) and thinks that is mroe important than her own blood, since she refuses to stop and has been in a coma aaleady because she is diabetic. She's even stolen from me to pay for alcohol...needless to say, we do't talk at all.

    I love you Chantelle.

    ~*~Mel-Mel~*~


  • nichtmich silver member
    September 30, 2007

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    Very strong piece. I can relate to this because two of my Uncles were alcoholic. They were sick and refused to admit it. Neither lived to be very old, but they looked old. Your rhyme scheme is good. Best wishes.


  • freebird88
    September 29, 2007

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    You have tackled this subject extremely well! It is an mazing poem! The flow and rhyming is beautiful! I can't wait to read more by you! Fantastic job hun, you definitely have a gift! Kudos!

  • Seeking Peace silver member
    September 29, 2007

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    I think myabe hun, everyone has someone like this in our families, yes I know I have one, you have done so well to put this into words without letting it become a rant, I know it is easy to do that, wonderfully done hun

    Karen

    • Asylaarix
      September 29, 2007
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      Thank you ... sometimes it's just so hard not to keep going on and on and on ... He makes me so angry at him ... and sometimes I just don't know if I can handle him ... since he threatened my life ... I have not spoken a word to him ... and will never again ... but thank you for your comment ... it means much to me

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