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I think I'm pretty,

Don’t even think that.

 

 

I think I'm thin,

But you’re actually fat.



I think my friends
like me

No they don’t, they loathe you.



If fact, no one likes you!

You’re stupid,

You’re worthless,

You’re pathetic.

A freak!


Why are you so mean
to me?

To you!?

I AM YOU!



I am the voice,

Inside your head,

That makes you scream.


I am the monster,

That crawls into your heart,

And gnaws on it,

Until you bleed.

Until you cut.

Until you swallow

The internals of your poisons,

Tiny pill by tiny pill.

 

 

Until you fall asleep,

But never wake up.

Then I am finally silent.



But yet you’ve ignore me.

I have?

 

 

Sometimes you have.

Some days you go on,

Like I am never the bit of fragment

Of the sick twisted imagination

You have against yourself.



And you're happy,
That you try to live,

In a fantasy world

Where I don't exist.


And for the other
times?

For the other days,

                                                                                                                     I  control you.                              

What you do,

What you say,

And how you feel about yourself.

 

These days you’re my slave.

I make you feel helpless,

Worthless,

         Guilty,   

Hopeless,

      Disgusting,

A burden to society.

You think that you’ll be better.

But you never will.

 

 

Yes I will.

I’ve never wanted you
in life.

You are nothing but a
parasite.

Leeching into my
thoughts,

                              Leeching into my life,                                 

Like I am nothing,

But a source of life
for you.


You need me,

More than I need you.

 

 

You are the devil
inside me,

But I have no
sympathy for you

And the wicked game,

You make me play
against myself,

For your sick
entertainment.

 

You may be a demon
that rots inside of me,

But I pick the angel
of hope.

Who will guide me,

To something better,

Something that I
deserve,

Something more than you
made me endure.

Something more
meaningful than you.

 

 

I don’t need you
anymore.

 

 

What are you doing?!


Something I should
have done a long time ago.



To be honest, I had no idea what to name this. It's a diolouge poem form in between a girl and the thoughts in her head that make hate herself, but she starts to stand for herself against the monster inside her (her negative thoughts). This poem is for the people who feel like they are their own worst enemy. There is hope.

EDIT: A big thanks goes to ~Zandoom for telling me about the spelling error.
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EerieMBolero Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2013   Writer
its really well written i like it
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goddessofthearts Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
thank you
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kayleeklink Featured By Owner May 15, 2013
I Like it
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goddessofthearts Featured By Owner May 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
thank you
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FirstLynx Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2013
wow, amazing! I'll take this as my guideline :D
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ArtySwiftFox Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2012
This is beautiful
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CrumbledWings Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2012
Holy shit, i loveee it especially the ending, the recognition of her own demons and having the stregnth to remove them. I wish i had written it but i know i would have just ruined it becuase i could have never written it as beautifully hopeful as this.
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Tamsus-Ruduo Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
You made my life.
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goddessofthearts Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
thank you :hug:
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UmbraCrux Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
This is so deep, and it is very nearly true to myself...
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