The Beast inside My Heart

by Milaita

Published April 18, 2011

The tears are well hidden behind my eyes,
a smile is forever stained on my face.
But something hides in the dark of my heart.

I wish there was a way to run away,
but you cannot run from something
that already has you in its bloodied claws.

It knows all my secrets.
It knows the unsafe memories
that I try to forget.

It has its claws in the flesh of my heart
and rips it to shreds from the inside out.

When I close my eyes,
I can feel it lurking inside my head.

When I breathe, it breathes.
When I sleep, it lies awake,
stalking the shadows of my dreams.

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lele253isme
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lele253isme commented Comment · Apr 19, 2011

I love this poem, it has perfect imagery to me. I can't give out any nitpicks because I am not a grammar queen. All I can say is that I love it!!!!

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Milaita
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Milaita commented Comment · Apr 19, 2011

I am Jataani, and Milaita... Sorry for what confusion may have been noticed...

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Jataani commented Comment · Apr 19, 2011

I didn't come up with this. It belongs to a friend of mine. Though, I do see what you mean. :/ I had trouble not correcting this the whole time I was typing this up...

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thestorygirl wrote a review Review · Apr 19, 2011

I really enjoyed but just one thing.

The tears are well hidden behind my eyes,
a smile is forever stained on my face.
But something hides in the dark of my heart.

I wish there was a way to run away, It doesn't sound right. Maybe; I wish there was a place to run away to. If that helps at all.
but you cannot run from something
that already has you in its bloodied claws.

It knows all my secrets.
It knows the unsafe memories
that I try to forget.

It has its claws in the flesh of my heart
and rips it to shreds from the inside out.

When I close my eyes,
I can feel it lurking inside my head.

When I breathe, it breathes.
When I sleep, it lies awake,
stalking the shadows of my dreams.


-thestorygirl



I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart; I am, I am, I am.
— Sylvia Plath