Monster

I am exhausted,
simply exhausted of me,
of who I turned out to be.
I fear who I am,
is not really Who I am meant to be.
Its no stage in life,
its a battle of strife,
the words I whisper poison,
it brings the breaking of hearts into motion.
Everything I touch withers away,
into a lethal world far away,
each note I sing,
a soul slowly dies away.
I finally see,
Who I could be,
nothing more than this monster,
silently latent within.