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.