that monster
that hides
in a deep dark closet
comes out, to say “hi” to me
time and time, again
he wants to be my friend
but I don’t want to
and
eventually, he keeps to himself
like one of those coats, hanging himself
in a deep dark room
gasping for air—
and I’m the only one who can give him life
but I don’t care
I want him to die.
He whispers to me, across the room, at midnight
“Please, let me be your friend,”
but I pretend
he’s not there.
“Come on, I’ll make you feel good—remember when we used to hang-out?”
I remember…
I wish
I didn’t.
He used to tell me, nobody would be my friend, except him—
that he was good, but with a bad reputation,
and chronically misunderstood.
One day, I realized
he was lying to me
and it was all I could do, to avoid him.
He was like a puppy
who wouldn’t leave me alone,
licking my hands,
and when I didn’t pat his head
he bit me.
I didn’t know, he was a dangerous dog
because I made friends with him, years ago.
It turns out
all he wanted
was my blood.
I called him, yesterday
and he bit me, again.
I kicked that dog
into my deep dark closet
and
I’m
never
calling his name
again.
Only encourage that which gives life, and helps us thrive. That which is self serving can easily play tricks on us.
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Yes, I whole-heartedly agree, Jasper! Thanks for reading! 🙂
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Don’t give in to the monster within, rather do everything to keep it at bay and kick it out of your system! Very well said indeed!
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Yes–the monster within… so often, and we don’t realize it–it’s not you against them, but you against you. Our character must be trained. Thanks for reading Arun Bhagat! 🙂
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