Monster
You are not a monster
Not because you have fangs or horns
Not because you have scaly green skin.
You are not a monster because they said to you,
Because they told you…
You are not a monster unless you believe it.
You are a monster, child, because you do.
So you play the games that monsters play
Claw and scratch and scream
You are not a monster for playing thus
But those you play with,
They prove to your young heart
That kindness is for humans.
And you may not be a monster,
But you have never been a human.
Being "not human"
Makes you a monster again.
And you are not a monster for hurting them
They hurt you first, after all…
You are not a monster for killing them either
You are too young.
You do not know.
You are not a monster because they whisper it.
You are a monster because you can’t help but hear it.
You grow up and play monster until your cage breaks,
Spilling you out into an unsuspecting world.
A world filled with monsters
But they are not monsters like you
So you run.
You run so far away that you lose that monster
That monster playing monster games
With those people,
Humans you didn’t yet know were alive
If they weren’t alive,
How else did they die?
You ran right into the ice and snow
Right to the door of a new, exciting sort of monster
He had cold eyes and a room for you.
He didn’t look at you like those people did.
You didn’t dare tell him you were a monster…
Until the day you did.
And that monster, that monstrous man,
He told you something terrible
He told you you were human.
Just like him.
And so you were.
Even after he left you
Years and years gone past.
You thought of him when you doubted your humanity
And being a monster faded so far back under your hat,
That you were never a monster at all.
You are not a monster because you believed him.
You are a monster because you loved him.
Even when he chose to leave you again
Even when he died.
You still loved him
Because you were not a monster
Neither was he.
Because monsters cannot love.
About the Creator
Kail Rose
I'm just a writer that likes to write a little about everything. I write poetry, short stories and one day, hopefully, a novel or two.
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