A monster known by many names
A beast. A rogue, a demon. It’s all the same.
Despised and hated by all around.
Yet by none more, than the one inside.
Sometimes mocked, others cursed
Looked down upon like their the worst.
Often for no reason but necause they can.
These holier than thou, sons of man.
Yet really, which is worse?
The monster you are, the beast you’ve become?
Or those who twisted words, and played awful games
And in the end, made you this way
A powerful reflection on the internal struggle and the external judgment we face as humans. It’s a reminder that we all have our battles and demons to deal with. Society may label us, but the true battle lies within. The poem raises a thought-provoking question about the origin of our inner monsters—whether they are born from our experiences or shaped by the actions of others. A poignant reminder to show empathy and understanding to one another as we navigate through life’s complexities. 🌟🖤
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A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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