The Monster

I am on a journey with no destination,
with no one to bump my sleeve.
I come from a rather messed up past
that I had planned to leave.

But the past is written upon my face,
they stare in horror as I pass.
They think i own no heart
when I actually bare one of glass.

When they showed me the capability of love,
they also taught me the feeling of hate, unaware.
And when they never returned my love,
I learned the feeling of despair.

A monster they think I am!
Then a monster I shall be!
For, how will they ever love this monster
when they have eyes to see?

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