My Best Friend/My Worst Enemy

This poem, My Best Friend/My Worst Enemy was written in high school. It was about my childhood imaginary friend and the monster that lived under my bed.

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My Best Friend
He’s always there for me,
Even when others
are not.
He’ll never poke
fun at me
He’s never made me
sad
He won’t Ever
Beat me
He mends my wounds
And makes me smile.
I would like you to meet him
But he’s scared to come out.

My best friend
has another side
He ridicules me
He hurts me
He makes me cry
He isn’t afraid
He’ll come out
He does sometimes
And hides under my bed
Waiting for me

to fall

Asleep.

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I rewrote the poem in college, it became about my brother's and my strong friendship as children that would sometimes be put on hold because of his uncontrollable anger.

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My best friend and I

stick together. Despite mother’s

harsh words. In spite of father’s

bruised hand. We will always

help and defend each other.

But then, my best friend leaves.

He is taken over by

a darker entity and no one

is safe. There were times...

I still remember how he treated me.

How he would push me to the floor,

kick me till I scream,

punch me till I bleed.

I never understood

Why he would beat me so

But I loved him all the same

And I would hide, waiting

for him

to fall

asleep

A Lonely Night

Tap Tap Tap Tap

Amar runs out of her room and into her daddy’s arms.

“Daddy! Daddy! There’s a monster in my room!” Her father just nudged her off and told her to go back to bed. It was poker night and he didn’t want her bothering his friends and messing up his game.

Amar reluctantly returns to her room and snuggles back into her warm sheets. She’s about to fall back to sleep when she hears the tapping again. She runs back to her daddy and tells him yet again of the monster in her room.

“Sweetie, there is no such thing as monsters. No go back to bed.”

She returns to her room with a tear in her eye. As she is lying in bed, she tells herself over and over that there is no monster in her room, but she is certain that she hears something moving from inside her closet.

Amar runs to her daddy yet again. “Daddy! I think the monster is in my closet!” Her daddy rolls his eyes.

As he is about to tell her to go back to bed Bill says “It’s alright Dan, we’ll hold the game, go check the closet.” Dan gets up with a grunt and follows his daughter to her room. He opens the closet door, but there is nothing inside. “See, there is no monster here. Now, go back to bed.” He tucked her in and walked out of the room, turning off the light.

Amar, feeling comforted, falls asleep, but is awoken by something pushing on the mattress from under her bed. She runs back to her daddy to tell him the monster is still there, but before she got a word out, Dan, getting very fed up with the whole situation, yelled at her for not letting him enjoy his game. He said there is no monster in her room, she’s just being paranoid. She should just go back to bed.

She goes back to her room sobbing. She lied back down in her bed and tried to go to sleep, but she was crying so loud, it was keeping her up.

It was also annoying the man who was hiding beneath her bed. He got up and killed Amar with the dagger he had with him.

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