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Challenged by fury, calmed by affection
Why do I feel this way I ask, to which I get the inevitable answer ‘I don’t know’
I'm loved by those who matter
But a selfish part of me says it's not enough
What more could I want?
Caressed by the one destined
A fire sparks from within
Tears a sign of weakness one which I can't withhold
They fall, teardrop by teardrop hardening the core
Stopping seems impossible leaving me empty, void to no emotion
Chipped edges of perfectness flow along with the hurt, falling to the pitiless pit
Consumed by growing rage something I have no control
Ready to burst it has no way
Trapped and enchained it waits
Enclosed in red and black it’s only amusement, to dwell on the hate





























Stronger and fiercer it gets
Cutting deeper and profounder to the striking sterling wrath
It has come to a point where it sees only crimson
All sign of tranquil vanished and replaced
Must I too give in, to the monster waiting to be so openly embraced?
Forget to forgive and learn to hate?
For you see it lives inside of me
A reminder always of something I can choose to be
But I refuse to strip of every respectable title
The monster pushes and pulls reeling in everything I’ve felt















From love, something I vaguely remember
























To anger, something that overwhelmed me more often than not

















I have awakened it and I have to face my mistake

















Wet lashes from tears I walk to face my fears



















Shuddering in bones which soon won’t be mine if it decapitates my soul









Pissed and ready it comes charging





















An internal battle wearing us both






















Another tear rolls not from sadness but instead sympathy when I see it dying













A burden it was but company nonetheless


















Who am I without it inside?





















A lighter feeling now resides in its place
































The chains gone and cleared, flowers bloom
















Darkness evaporated and in came the doe




















Is this what you call love? Giddy and heart skipping? I will never know




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