Monsters

This is who we will always be.

We're all monsters.
We're all hiding from something, that we think is an evil source.
Yet, we are what is pure evil.
We are what causes all the pain in this world.
We are putrid, dirty, hate filled, monsters.
Yet, beauty is our disguise, perfection is our distraction.
Can you not comprehend that we are the ones doing this to each other?

Can you not f*****g see that we are killing each other?

Monsters! That's all we will ever be.
Pathetic, putrid, vile, monsters....
 

Reviews

[MistyKarma]

The more I read the more interested I became and found myself nodding and agreeing. I think this is a poem that will raise a debate whether or not it's possible to be a monster all your life and what not. In all it's a nice and truthful poem.