Emotions of a Monster.

Trying not to scar myself,

I walked down the narrow hallway.

Towards the end, there stands a door.

My mind races for things to say...

For, beyond that smooth surface of wood,

stands this amazing creature.

I want to tell her how I feel,

to tell her that I need her.

But how could she ever love me?

The monster that I am.

How can I prove that appearance is nothing?

That I am truly, a real man?

She will never notice me,

I will be alone for life.

Besides, who could love a monster

with caresses made of knives?

Author's Note

Criticism should always be constructive. ;)

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

How can I prove that appearance is nothing?
That I am truly, a real man?

Simple. Monsters and Men, two sides to the same coin

[Roger Turgeon]

It's not easy trying to write from another's perspective. In that regard you were successful.

[Saddam]

The monster that I am.
How can I prove that appearance is nothing?
This is very touchable poem....Yes physical appearance is no mean if you have true heart for someone. this was a very good poetry.. love this.