Monster

Posted on January 8, 2012

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There you are

Come to taunt me

Follow me

Torment me

Scare them away

Look at them run

Every which way

It had its fun

But why?

Why run?

Could they not tell

The difference

Between me

And this beast from hell?

Could they not see two?

No. Sadly.

Not as I do.

They see only one

Him, me

And I, him

A being they shall not stir

Sad, angry, alone, but

To them, only a monster.

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