Facing the Beast

Dear Me, 

I don’t know who think you are, 

Running around like you're smarter than the rest. 

I don’t know what you think you're doing, 

Pretending like you're worth more than you truly are.  

I don’t know what you are going to do, 

When all your faults are exposed. 

I don’t think anyone knows,  

Who you are underneath that mask. 

Painted so pretty, a porcelain doll. 

With eyes of frost, and a soul of fire. 

Hidden so well, are your true feelings.  

Locked inside for none to see.  

So Dear Me, 

With the aching heart and the slipping soul 

Where is your humility? 

Your problems are none compared to the rest 

Children are starving, souls are being raped 

Your own mother was abused yet all you care about is your pitiful self? 

Youre useless to this world, no special talents 

Unless you count complaining, or losing all your friends 

"But"- 

No. 

 Dear Self, 

Who wrecks her friendships and pushes all away 

You did that will him, the one you claimed to be your best friend 

You still reject him, every time you walk by 

Because you cared about yourself, and not him 

"I couldn’t just-!"  

Hush!  

Your lies do not matter 

You didn’t have to test his loyalty 

You didn’t have to check his intentions 

You didn’t have to care about yourself 

"Yes. I did. 

Wha- 

"No, it is my turn to speak. 

Dear inner demons 

I do lie about the small things, 

Such as eating breakfast, or doing my homework now and again 

And I accept that I didn’t have to lose my friendships. 

I couldn’t be his friend 

I let the friendship fail 

After giving him chance after chance 

I let the friendship fail 

After feeling used  

So Dear inner demons 

I do not know who you think you are 

Nor do I know what you think you're doing 

But I will not falter under your words 

I listened to you once 

And the results were not pretty 

But I got you out of my head once 

I can do it again.  

Dear inner demons 

I will not listen to you anymore 

For my own sake, and for yours 

You do not belong here anymore 

Leave me be 

I am in control now 

You aren't taking over this time.  

Sincerely, 

 

The Real Me 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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