I could look at this monster as a weight,
a weight that pulls me down,
that incapacitates me to no ends
I could look at this monster in fear,
something so horrifying I choose to blind myself to its presence
I could look at this monster with disgust,
attempting to fight it with hate and violence
the same hate and violence I so long to end
I could look at this monster for eternity with my blood boiling, my anger raging, and my heart pounding
I could look at this monster....with all of these feelings, but what will that do?
Where will that take me, who will I become?
I will become some else's monster
A monster they wish to, want to, need to destroy....
The cycle continues.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:15 PM UTC
I could look at this monster as a weight,
a weight that pulls me down,
that incapacitates me to no ends
I could look at this monster in fear,
something so horrifying I choose to blind myself to its presence
I could look at this monster with disgust,
attempting to fight it with hate and violence
the same hate and violence I so long to end
I could look at this monster for eternity with my blood boiling, my anger raging, and my heart pounding
I could look at this monster....with all of these feelings, but what will that do?
Where will that take me, who will I become?
I will become some else's monster
A monster they wish to, want to, need to destroy....
The cycle continues.
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