Monster

I am called Monster.

Isn’t that what I really am?

Who can know me well enough

to call me

Monster?

I look around

Alone and secluded.

No one can get past

my monstrosity.

They just call me

Monster.

My creator abandons me.

I flee from his sight.

Am I not his Adam? No.

I am his

Monster.

I look around

And see them living life.

They may not be rich,

But they might not see me as a

Monster.

Take a chance.

What can I lose?

He won’t see me as the

Monster.

They saw me.

Not what I hoped.

I will go in search.

For I will find

someone who doesn’t think

I am a

Monster.

I took a chance.

Heaven knows I am not a

Monster.