The Creepy Guy In My Head Friday, October 20, 2006

The Creepy Guy In My Head
Current mood: recumbent
Category: Writing and Poetry

That little creepy guy in the back of my head

Mocks me when my eyes are droopy for bed.

I stay up all messed up, confused, and late

Never once falling for his trecherous bate.

He stomps around throwing a fit

When I ignore him and the pounding of his fist.

I wonder alone in the crevices of my mind

In the deepest corners I know he's blind.

It's only a short matter of time

Before that horrible little man takes what's mine-

When he finds me coward and silent.

"Trust me" he hisses with a tone utterly violent.

His voice is like liquid stench from a rotton bog.

He creeps into my soul like a blinding fog.

His breath heavy in the void of my ear.

He wants to know it is he I can only hear.

"You're allowed to hate, you have every right."

I don't want too!

I can't!

I'm too weak to fight!

His toungue laps up my raw fears,

He feeds off my self centered tears.

I know if I can't overcome him

Life as I know it will be pushed off hope's rim.

I hate that little man and I hate myself.

I hate my life I had to put away on the highest shelf.

I have to keep it out of reach!

I can't stand to see the old me sucked by life's leach.

I hate the tears that never come down.

I hate the creepy little guy who runs around.

I hate so many things.

I don't know if I'll ever hear love's rings.

I want to be loved and I want to give.

The longer it takes the less I feel I have to live.

The nasty little guy in my head laughs at me.

He wants to take over so I can't be free.

Comments:

ARYAN!!! great, emotional poem. It's enriching to know you and be touched by you... have patience, for you are truly special.
Posted by Kris on Saturday, October 21, 2006 - 10:39 AM