What makes a monster I dare not say.
For it may scare you away.
Is it made in the imagination of a little girl?
Or is it made somewhere that would make you hurl?
It's made here by you and me.
With insults and pain,can't you see?
Everyone is born happy,full of heart.
But what if it's torn apart?
They turn into a monster full of hate.
Go run before it is too late.
I am a monster but don't feel bad.
For you are the one who made me.
Aren't you glad?
