My Monster

Every time
I look into that old mirror,
I see my monster
with my frightened eyes.
It gives me a wicked grin,
sharp teeth
gleaming in a bloody crimson.

Every night,
when I see my monster,
I begin to scream,
my heart trying to burst out of my chest.
It will put it's bloody,
burned, clawed hand
over my mouth,
silencing me instantly.
I can feel it's snake like tongue
on me,
touching me every where,
making my sweat come out like bullets.
I always pray,
to the heavenly father,
and it will disappear.

Now,
I'm us to seeing my monster,
every time I look into that old mirror.
I know,
it will make me scream
until I beg it to go away.
Now
I know
my monster
is only the form of the things I have done.
I know
I am my own monster.