what makes a monster?

you live in the darkness

because it is your abode

no one sees you had no choice in the matter

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you say you choose to be alone

but it is not solitude you seek

love alone is what fuels your internal fire

to deny its existence is foolish and futile

do not deny its power

do not forget your lack of feeling

can never erase love’s weight on your world

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how can they love you?

how will they look into your face

with anything other than fear

when your eyes are dead of soul?

it does not matter to them

that you did not choose this life

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to them, you are something horrific

your honesty is something cruel and evil

it is trodden on like dirt; allow it to be

do not warp yourself to be their type of human

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do not give in to your rage

they will not change, nor can you

yet tendrils of yourself still reach out

and curl around the others

i know you want to scream

when they’re shaken off

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do not let delusion cloud your judgment

worlds beckon to you only in your mind

and there alone are you king

you believe people bow to you

when really, they do not

really, you frighten them

and they hate you

and it kills you that they do

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do not lie to me

their fear is not what you crave

you will never have what you need from them

you cannot disappear and fade away into nothing

but that is all they want you to do

you know it

yet you chase their validation

in doing so, you chase your own death

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they cannot love you as you are

no one can love a black hole

where underneath the mask of your smile

is a blank canvas

an empty slate with sharp ridges

that can slice and cut and kill

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are you a danger and a curse?

or are you better than them all?

have you transcended our world?

or are you a tragedy in a human body,

doomed from the very start?

only time will tell