Real Monsters

What is a real monster?
The ones that are not hiding in the shadows of night

And why do I cry
For something that should not matter to me?

Perhaps it's something more then I can comprehend
or perhaps it's something I fear

Could it be
that I am...

My father once told me when I was young
that the real monsters of this world
are not the ones that hide under your bed
or in you closet at night

It is the people that live along side us
it is the people who can help
but turn a blind eye

Humans who harm others for their own gain
to put other down to the ground

People who hold that gun in a gun fight
In that instant, they become the true monsters
and they're beasts are more frightening than any in any book
of fairy tail

because they exist among us
As our peers
as our friends
as ourselves

I fear that I am a monster
for my pain can only be eased when
my bitterness is released to make others suffer

Alone I cannot survive
for alone my blood begins to boil
and I even sometimes even think

"why am I here"

and think about the "end"
But what is "the end?"
I guess a monster would not know

I am a real monster

I try to fight it, but in the end my only hope
to keep sane
is to show my pain through another
her name is Haruhi
Although mine is Carrie

I am a monster
a living beast

Who still feels pain inside