Monsters aren't just born, once told me-
They are slowly created, formed
like clay pottery, watered
with callous memories and mixed
with cruel claws.
They are hardened with lies
and false ideals, then painted with
blood of young victims.
Yet something was born
in your eyes that day.
Your wickedness was revealed
and the mother smirked--
So, now I feel there are two
types of monsters--
those that are created
slowly, ruined with malice,
and others that are born,
with hatred hidden in their veins.
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The Silent
Poesie⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way. *Please feel free to leave feedback and suggestions in the comments, thx...
