Monsters

I am the monster you created
then shunned.
I am the angel you so desperately wanted
then you ripped off my wings so that I could not fly away.
This, what you see here, is what you did not want me to be
Yet here I am, exactly the opposite.
I am what you have caused me to be,
Do not argue that this is my own doing. You know it isn't.
The silence rips not just me apart
Yet the silence is what is needed to get by.
Inside me is a monster, which you chose to unleash, unto yourself
And yet you wonder why this monster is such, and why it chooses to attack you?

This monster is the same that you shunned, this which you did not want.
You did not want me, much like most others
Yet you act like you do? How can that be logical?
So I am the monster you say I am not, yet you clearly see that I am.
You have them now, You do not need me, so why pretend you do?

I cling to the shadows, fearing attention,
Yet from the ones I need or want it from
They do not give.
I am a monster, created by society
The society that shuns anomalies like myself
A society that has no space for odd-bods and freaks
And a society where love is dead.
I am a monster....