The truth about monsters is that they look like real people
They will disguise themselves as your uncle or your stepdad
Or your too-friendly neighbor, a wolf in sheep's cloth
They will ask you to come over, and you will without thinking
Because they just seem so nice
And you’d never expect something to happen to you
But as soon as the doorway opens and they get the first chance
They will bite into your skin, leaving deep scars to last you a lifetime
Blemishes you will have to hide in case someone will ask how you’re doing
Excuses he has made incase you shout
That it wasn’t him, he cares too much, why would he do something like that to you
When he is just such a nice guy
Nobody believes you at first when you tell on him for the not so nice thing he did to you
Because nobody wants to believe he’s a monster
Instead, they will cast blame to you
Well, why were you there? What were you wearing?
You must have done something, because why else would he want to insert himself in your life so much