Monster
#NoFilter Poem MONSTER
Who am I?
Without a filter
Is something
That most don’t like
Asshole, insane, crazy
Names that I’ve been called
The few times I am without a filter
People hate it
Me I just don’t care
Its my monster
When its out I fell free
I hide it in my steel cage
Were I show nothing and give nothing
Because its my monster
And I’ll chose
when I want to show it
so for now
let me put on my filter
and call me what u like to see
smart, nice, perfect child
just remember its my monster
and I wont remove my filter
cause u asked because you wont like him
This poem is about:
Me