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Monster

by Sarah Barrett (Age: 19)
copyright 04-01-2007


Age Rating: 4 +

My life...
It's different than most.
I see things...
That most don't.
I feel emotions...
That are painful beyond words.

It's complicated.
No one can begin
to wonder what it's
like for me.

I've never had a family.
I've never had friends.
Nobody has been there
for me...

But it's my fault.
I rejected my family.
Of the fear...
That they would reject me.

I've been tortured, beaten,
destroyed... Many times.

No one knows
who I really am
except the creators.
They can't find me.

Within seconds I
could destroy
the world.
And all my pain
could leave.

To the creators who know me,
I am a deadly machine.
A threat to the
entire universe...
And its true.

But I choose to live.
To be better
than I was created
to be.

But what I didn't choose,
was to be created.
I can't change
who I truly am.
It's not possible.

But I can hide it.
Act normal when
I'm really not.

You may call me a monster...



But I'm just a
13 year old girl


Trying to survive.






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        09-29-2010     Leigh Gilholm Fisher        

This was very interesting, and thought provoking. The story you told in this piece was unique and each stanza added more to the tale. Great work, keep it up!


~Leigh of the Commenting Community

        06-09-2007     Brittney N. Nasca        

So sad... I too know how it is to always be the odd one out in everything. Even your own fmaily. I am still that way, but life gets better as you get older. Take ift from someone who has been there herself.
~Brittney~

        04-09-2007     Alma Hulbert        

This was really sad. There title was sad all by itself. I hope that's not how you feel. You have your PnP family ;) Nothing wrong here. You and Leigh G. could be the next Emily Dickonsons, she was depressed, but strong. Another thing, the title wasn't in the poem itself. I like poems like that, even though mine are the opposite. The poems or works that are like those, they seems to be better than what the title indicates. On to more. Talk to you later.
~Alma H.

        04-03-2007     Frank Fields        

Well!! I was spellbound. Until the very end. The use of bold caps was like taking a pin to a balloon and bursting a magic ride that you had carried me on. For all the rest of this write, however, I liked it. Good images, good transitions, definitely going somewhere instead of a rambled collection of ideas, and technically it was also good. Consistent in your sentencing by capitalizing only the beginning word of each one and, glory be!, ending each with a period. Spelling all good too. The work read smoothly and really captivated my imagination with your esoteric ideas. Except for that last word. Overkill. I like these kinds of journeys, however. You will, of course, give us some more?

William :)



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