The monster

You don’t know about the anger and rage

Which has mutated and grown with age

Only let loose when I engage 

In the booth or on stage

Normal people are able to contain and control 

(We’re all a bit psycho)

But normal people hold it in their subconscious 

Only coming out in hallucinations when they’re unconscious 

Grown with time the rage has become monstrous 

Constantly living in fear

Of one day losing control

No longer able to contain the monster that has replaced my soul

 

Here’s the worst kept secret 

Everyone should know about

I’m paranoid and insecure 

Living a life full of doubt

But don’t get me wrong I know the difference between reality 

And what my brain tells me to see

I sit like a picture in a frame 

Tryna work out what people really sayin

Figuring out if I’m insane or are they to blame

 

Your words don’t cut deep enough

Here’s a glass shard

Have some fun with that 

While I take a nap

I’ll see you tomorrow 

Where you can dream of an award show

And money and fame

You know that if you get it it will be overshadowed with shame

You’re not supposed to be happy

You’re life’s supposed to be crappy

Now calm down and stop being so scrappy

Bow to beelzebub 

Then you’ll be accepted into the club

Your monster will consume and become you

But no one will ever be able to touch you

The only thing you will feel is pain in the hole

That is left by what was once your soul

 

Depressionrage

◄ Rebuilding

A message to God and my Nan ►

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Paul Sayer

Tue 22nd Sep 2020 18:46

You just keep on giving!

Another great piece of poetry.

I hope that other members look back at what you have posted today thus far.

Sadly often great poetry and poets get missed by many who only read what is on the first page.

I tell this tale often...

Try and not post to many poems in quick succession as each new poem will knock your previous one off the front page sometimes into obscurity.

That is why sometimes we don't get many or indeed any likes!

Not because our poems are unworthy but because some WOL members do not have the time or inclination to look back at other poets work.

You are off to a fantastic flying start.
Go You!

Paul.

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