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Oct 2014
I always considered myself
a little messed up.
I never meant to hurt anyone,
but it seems I have.
Myself and others,
drowning in my monstrosity.

I never wanted to be monster
but I've lost sight of my humanity.
The pain I cause is always regretted,
but never enough to satisfy.
Who is the monster and who is the man?
I am both and he who made me this way is too.
Prompt: Write a poem about what makes a monster a monster.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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