Monster

February 16, 2010
By Anonymous

I am a monster,
A brute,
Why do they see me as innocent?
A little girl,
Who could do no harm.
I wish I can tell the otherwise,
Then hid away,
Until I shrivel up
And die…


The author's comments:
I wrote this in the beginning of 9th grade. I was confused about my identity. So I would call myself a monster and a brute. I’m still a little bit lost about it. But so far all I know if I keep on believing and trusting in Jesus then I will no longer call myself a monster.

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on Oct. 28 2010 at 9:58 pm
InkSpots BRONZE, Elko, Nevada
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Favorite Quote:
I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I am not afraid of falling in my inkpot.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thank you for casting this out to us. It's a special sort of poem that works in all directions.

on Feb. 27 2010 at 4:33 pm
nooxygen PLATINUM, Medford, New York
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Favorite Quote:
the mirror only tells half the story, beauty is found on the inside...
love is blind
only the shadow knows
words said in the heat of anger are never from the heart

thanx

i was hoping i would get more views, comments and rates.

guess i have to wait

i_am_ivy said...
on Feb. 26 2010 at 12:52 pm
My pleasure! You're a very good poet.

on Feb. 25 2010 at 1:54 pm
nooxygen PLATINUM, Medford, New York
49 articles 0 photos 35 comments

Favorite Quote:
the mirror only tells half the story, beauty is found on the inside...
love is blind
only the shadow knows
words said in the heat of anger are never from the heart

thank you =)

for reading and leaving a comment

i_am_ivy said...
on Feb. 24 2010 at 1:44 pm
Incredible poem, thank you for sharing this.


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