It growls inside me,
making my nightmares come true.
It curls up, spitting acid
on my bones and flesh.
It is angry.
My thoughts, its thoughts,
touch the side of my head.
Every part of me screams in protest
but this isn’t me, it’s this monster.
It eats my revenge, my hatred,
even my disgust for others.
Though it starves
when I am happy, joyful and passionate.
Right now it is stronger,
taking over one limb at a time.
I want to yell and warn everyone
but it is too late.
My body is the only thing left of me,
I’m trapped inside my head;
no longer able to control my arms or legs.
This monster walks down the sidewalk
toward Main Street bringing
chaos with every step.
There is nothing I can do anymore…
There is nothing I can say.
I am just sitting here waiting for my world to end.
You know,
the worst part about this
is that I created this monster.
This monster…
is me.

This poem was written/submitted by Brooke.