Too many fear me

when all I want is recognition.

I want to be

a beautician.

I live in the sea,

scraping along the ocean floor.

 

I am green as can be

rarely do I ever come to the shore.

Am I the referee of the sea?

Animals far and near fear

that am I too beastly?

 

Am I a giant eel?

Am I made of stone?

Is my nickname Nessie

or is my life too messy?

 

Am I real or a myth?

Who will know who I live with?

Who am I?

 

I am the Lochness Monster

or am I an imposter.

 

-Lochness by Brittany Richardson