Half a person
What kind of person can I be with half a face Feeling all those judgmental eyes all over me This incomplete feelings haunting memories of the incident Feeling like Frankenstein's monster trying to find a place where he belongs
I'm only half a person forced t o walk this world As a monster to the people with a full face Hiding what might scare people from the slightest sight Deep down inside I'm just like anyone else But on the outside I'm this monster
I stand at the edge of this life Feeling like some abomination that shouldn't have made it As the rain washes away the bandages revealing a normal face Unscaved from the incident that I thought had left me scarred Had only temporarily left its mark on my face
But I had awakened to the same monster to be my face I weep tears that could bear no other meaning than this The thought of being this ugly thing for the rest of my days Only brought me to think of the end But in brighter days I wouldn't have thought of this
Closing myself from the world and all its people Only my dog was my friend, he understood me And my company when I needed it, was my books I read many a day, stories with happy endings
Why couldn't I have one ? Because I was the monster. And no amount of positive thinking could change that fact Feeling hatred from the world and my books I guess that’s why I did what I did
Flames and smoke rose from my house Burning away all the memories and things I once held dear The monster couldn't bare the pain of ugliness for the rest of his life Over what everyone had thought of him, so he ended his life short, And never even thought of what he thought about himself ….
stupidkid222222 · Tue Nov 23, 2010 @ 08:18pm · 0 Comments |