I could
Give in
Be the monster
I was always made out to be
I wake up every day
Thinking of the suffering
And how I could
Give it back
In return
I try
I try hard not to
Every single day
I wake up and choose
Not to become
The real monster
I could
It’d be easy
My efforts being
Always turned back
Towards my own body
So I could
Stop trying
But I was never
A good learner












