Is it true? Am I really alone?
There are people around me,  but the sun hasn't shown
that they can be good, hell they can be great,
but sometimes the people, with hearts full of hate,
feel that the only answer is to hurt one another;
a sister beats sister and a brother kills brother.
This is who we are: monsters inside.
the feeling of hate is one we must abide.
So Am I alone? Has the monster not won?
Are there good people out there, though little to none
When the day comes that my death shall be nigh,
The monsters that make people monsters will die.