Broken Toy...Ugly Monster Poem by Shelly Price

Broken Toy...Ugly Monster



You pretend to love me, you have no heart.
A savage beast, telling repeated lies.
Love doesn't exist to you, it's a game,
just a bitter soul with non-remorseful eyes.

You pulled me hard into your wobbled web,
always wrapped me in your cold, dark pain.
You're an unimaginable bully, a coward,
slowly-but-surely tried to drive me insane.

You tried to make me believe I was pale,
while you lived on the color of my soul.
You sucked the love and life from my heart,
dictateing to me when I could come and go.

Rainbow colored pain scared the skin of my life,
with the invisible poker you held to my heart.
With every hurtful jab, draining more life from me,
wanting me to believe you were so damn smart.

You're a damaged broken toy, an ugly monster,
better left alone at the bottom of a toy chest.
Always the same, your true colors exposed,
your darkness is ugly, your worst is your best.

You tried to steal my every thought and word,
misery loves company in their own private hell.
You wanting to break me down to the bottom,
to be an ugly monster...your toy chest our cell.

I have been a puppet on strings, no control,
forsakeing all others...love they say is blind.
Today I'm cutting the strings that bound me,
and far away from you, a new life I will find.

Like Ivy once cut from you I will flourish,
to make my way across the wall of life alone.
I will sprout and grow and spread my wings,
over new landscapes of beauty I will roam.

You will remain a broken toy, ugly monster,
left alone in the bottom of the toy chest.
One day you will get all you having coming,
an invitation with destiny to be karmas guest.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Preeti - is here! 28 July 2006

Ah! i see the pain, but i see hope too. that's teh way it shoudl be. nice write~ Preets

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