Poems on Anger - Blackout Poetry Notes

Monster Inside

Men perplex me most
when they boast no difficulty
in discovering
the monster inside.

I feel the weight
smothering me,
the continuous quicksand
after something happens.

I'm glad I was selfish
for he was a
headache of envy,
a quarrel of
foolish temper.

The jealousy in me
is only my ego.

The face of my nightmare,
Death's mask
coming to life.
The mighty fury of
his blazing eyes
in the dark.

Her smell in my bed
the night before
was the
beginning
of my jealousy.

A grim night in
my own prison, so much
time shut up
in the horror of a
nightmare as I feel powerless.

I need to fight
conventional ideas of womanhood,
like, pregnant in the kitchen.
Shift the question
to motive:
he thought he could manipulate me.

My misery loves company.

It does vex me that we are
unjust for our pride,
we must feel equal to those
who are not the same as us.