My Monster

Do They Realize?

I look up...

Blow after blow I still look back up...

First, to the blood-red sky...

It used to be blue and happy, before they came

Then I look to the people I once called "Friends"

And as they kicked me, punched me, and eventually stab me in the back...

I notice that they are doing this to me for a purpose....

They are trying to beat something out of me...

What I am....

Who I am....

How I live....

They feel as though they can beat the normal into me, and the weird out...

And as I take my last few moments,

I pray.....

Not for myself, but for them....

I pray that they realize what they are doing to people...

I close my eyes....

And take my last short breath....

Then everything goes black.....

 And I submit to the darkness....