Do Monsters Bleed?

I know I'm an awful person, but, I still bleed and I still hurt

My tears are pouring

My laugh is spilling

filling the room with music

surrounding this space with happiness

But she makes an offhanded comment

a mere observation

slight teasing in her tone

She tells me that I'm too dramatic

that I'm too demanding

and too selfish

She mentions how hypocritical I can be

and she's right

I know she's right

But it hurts so much more

when they think you're a monster too

Tell me though;

do monsters bleed?

this red-stained floor is soaked

time and time again with my blood

washed away only with my weeping

My tears are still pouring

Author's Note

Today really sucked, here's a vent poem. Feel free to leave any reviews or criticism x