Sometimes,
I turn into a monster.
I catch a glimpse,
And I don’t recognize myself,
With those fangs,
Those glowing eyes,
Or the talons that curl forth into the darkness.
But being a monster has its uses.
The fangs to bite back any remarks that could hurt too much.
The glowing eyes to see through the darkness of others.
The talons to protect myself from the blows that come first.
Forced to be the monster,
To put up defenses,
That I shouldn’t have to put up.
You’ve made me the monster,
But the only person I scare,
Is myself.
If I were to be human around you,
Then maybe you would be scared.
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