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Mar 2019
You call me a monster
You call me a racist
You call me despicable
You call me horrible

What am I when I save a child's life
What am I when I stop an active shooter
What am I when I console the grieving parents of a dead baby

Tell me!
What am I?!

When I have to scrape up the brains of a teenage girl
When I have to see a toddler who accidentally hung himself
When I have to deal with the real monsters of the world

Tell me!!
What am I?!

Have you ever seen a body that's been dead for days
Have you ever seen parents grieve before the bloodied mangled body of their lifeless dead child
Have you ever had to watch the life leave a child's eyes

If not, then tell me!
What am I?!

Am I really the monster that haunts your dreams?
Am I really such a horrible despicable human being?

Where are you when I have to clean up from a ****** suicide?
Where are you when I have nightmares at night?
Where are you when my depression comes back?

Where are you?!

That's right.
You're never there.
Written by
Lynn Scott
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