Monsters are real,
I know for I am one.
We look and talk like you,
And that’s what’s scary.
You don’t know who we are,
Until you stay long enough.
But by the time you’ve stayed,
I’ll have hurt you.
I’ve tried to push you away,
I’ve yelled and shout.
I want you to beat me and bruise me,
Because I want to feel pain!
I’m a monster,
And yet you can’t see.
With blind ignorance,
You think I’m safe.
I’m a ******* monster,
Why do you see me differently!
I’ll only hurt you,
And I know I’m doing it!
That makes me a monster,
With my black heart...
...you think I’m safe,
I’m not and neither are you.
Since I’m around I’ll only hurt you,
I never wanted that.
I want you to beat me, cut me, tear my hair out,
I want you to punish and lock me away.
At least if I’m locked away I can’t cause harm,
I won’t cause harm to you.
Just lock me away,
**** me for all I care.
For I am a monster,
I don’t have claws or fangs...
....but I have a black heart,
A heart incapable of treating you right.
I’m a monster,
I have the soul of a demon, the scream of a banshee, and the wails of a siren.
I may seem pretty to you,
That’s the charm.
For I am a monster,
And because of that....
......I make you one too....
....I’m sorry