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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. <br /> ~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...<br /> love is blind<br /> only the shadow knows<br /> 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...<br /> love is blind<br /> only the shadow knows<br /> 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.