Monster
Humans are so fragile
They must be taken care of.
But animals don't matter
Since they're never given love.
You begin to walk away
Like you did no harm.
The animals died today
And the blame is on your arm.
I hope you find it hard
To fall asleep at night,
Knowing that they're scarred
And will never be alright.
You always hid from the monsters under your bed,
When all along the monster was in your head.
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