![]() Me, The MonsterA Poem by Joshua W. Harris![]() A piece of poetry written beneath the stars. Steeped in internal frustrations while learning the life of the vagrant and cooling my body to the bone. Let the warmth forever die.![]()
I am the monster.
How else could this story end? After all, You are the princess--the beautiful and infallible. You will walk, Through a thousand miles of s**t, But, I will be dammed if you don't come out clean. Smelling, still, of your laundry detergent and orange body wash. I am ugly and unlovable. Easy to use, And easier to forget. I love unconditionally... As best as I can. But this love will be overlooked, instead, They will see naught but the wretched appearance that contains it. A monster is always the enemy. I am wrong. For who else could be? I will become what they hate. I will transform to fit their desires. To fit their bastardized views. I was kind. I was full of compassion and love. But let the cold of hatred and loss cool my heart. Let it change me. You wanted a monster? You wanted a scapegoat? A plaything to strike without consequence? Then a monster I shall be. © 2014 Joshua W. HarrisReviews
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