The Monster Within
People hate people,
It's a thing that I see.
I do it too, I know,
It's a monster inside me.
It gnaws at me,
Pushing through my brain.
It's not the sharp
And pokey monster,
It's a different type of pain.
It's a monster that makes me judge you.
When I don't know who you are,
The beast that makes me eschew,
Things that are bizarre.
And I won't say that I'm alone in this,
That I'm the only one affected.
There are others here like me,
And those poor who are subjected.