Am I a Monster?

When you look into my eyes,

You see a thing that you despise,

A terrible, ugly deviation of man

But really, is that what I truly am?

A fearsome being for all to hate

And fear.  Is that my fate?

Wherever I go, I do not belong,

Wherever I stay, I cannot stay long.

For when they see my deformed face

And loathsome features I cannot erase,

I hope, I hope beyond belief

That, in death, I will find relief

From all the sorrow you have laid

Upon my heart.  For if I stayed

On this cursed land where I was forged,

I know I only would be scourged.

But if you had been noble and kind

To my fateful presence, I would not mind

The way I look to all who cannot see

The true being that lives in me.

So, as I pile up this burning wood,

I think about the way it could

Have been, if you had stayed with me

And helped me grow into the man I should be.