If they tried to fit
The world's monsters in a book
How long would it be?
Silly little words
In your head they're written in pink and blue
And a thousand explanations couldn't get through
Not when the monsters are so thick skulled
If someone wrote that book
It would be a redemption story.
But I'd rather read something broken,
Not tragic.
Just horrific in every way.
Show the children that there is blood
On the hands of these monsters that raise them
That they speak on tv
And write the books that teach bravery
YOU ARE READING
Internal screaming translated to something a bit prettier
Poetryjust any poem that I've written that isn't a love poem really
