Of Monsters and Men: A Poetry, Short Story and Song Anthology

This Is Me

I've worn this mask

 For a very long time

 I can't count the weeks

Or the days.

I've walked down a path

 I did not choose

I did not want

 I did not desire

There's something wrong

 With our society

 With mankind

 With myself.

 I've worn a mask

I don't know how to take it off fully

 If I do

What will other people think of me?

 If there's a fault

If there's a secret

 If there's a dislike

 Or a bodily disorder.

They have to change

 They need a mask

 They need to become a puppet

They need to become like everyone else.

There's something wrong with mankind

 Why do we all need to fall in?

Why do we need to give in?

Why must we change?

We want to make the perfect race

With no imperfections allowed in

 If there's a fault it must be fixed

 If we don't like them, we kill them off.

Not through murder, not through kidnapping

Not through war, not through drought

 Not through surgery, not through engineering

 No, but through our words.

 Words are strong, words are powerful

 Once said they cannot be taken back

With words people change others

With words we are hypnotised to see a false future.

 I am a manufactured puppet

A tool being used I was once like that

 I fell for every lie, every trick

Caught in a web of deceit.

 I was shaped, I was changed

I became something I wasn't proud of

 I almost became someone else

But I'm still trapped in this cage.