Inside
The silence aches, the clock ticks.
I can feel it clawing its way up again,
scratching at the top of my throat.
"Let me out" it begs, with promises of being okay.
"I can't" is all I can muster against it;
I made a promise, after all.
These nights are common
common to a point where it disgusts me that I still think about it.
The putrid being inside me, the slimy shell I keep hidden;
it wants to be a part of me again.
Its disgusting smile, the way it slithers up to people...
it turns my stomach around.
But if I’m being honest, my hate for it is not justified.
All it wants is love the love it was refused.
It wanted attention the attention it never got.
Just to be seen, for a change.
But its ways left me feeling only pure hatred.
The clock ticks again as I take a steady breather,
only to notice my inner child has become something abhorrent.
Only to realize I have become something repulsive.
















