I Never Understood the Monster

May 26, 2010
By Anonymous

My tasteless eyes
I’m a tasteless, ugly and vile little creature
Dead with my dry skin
It peels to hide my identity
A dessert I am
There’s nothing worse to do to your self than lie
And lie again
My brain has an innocent butterfly in it
With rainbow wings and the candy eyes
But, it’s not mine
It never belonged to me
Just to the baby who sleep with dreams of fairy tales and happiness
Any kindness from me is desperation to have what I want
And I’m not even fully aware what I want
So how can I have what I never knew was
I’m lost in my evil thoughts that tell me I did it for the good
And make excuses for the excuses of nothing
Mindless creature, why am I a monster?

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