Me, The MonsterA Poem by Joshua W. HarrisA piece of poetry written beneath the stars. Steeped in internal frustrations while learning the life of the vagrant and cooling my body to the bone. Let the warmth forever die.
I am the monster.
How else could this story end? After all, You are the princess--the beautiful and infallible. You will walk, Through a thousand miles of s**t, But, I will be dammed if you don't come out clean. Smelling, still, of your laundry detergent and orange body wash. I am ugly and unlovable. Easy to use, And easier to forget. I love unconditionally... As best as I can. But this love will be overlooked, instead, They will see naught but the wretched appearance that contains it. A monster is always the enemy. I am wrong. For who else could be? I will become what they hate. I will transform to fit their desires. To fit their bastardized views. I was kind. I was full of compassion and love. But let the cold of hatred and loss cool my heart. Let it change me. You wanted a monster? You wanted a scapegoat? A plaything to strike without consequence? Then a monster I shall be. © 2014 Joshua W. HarrisReviews
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