I kinda wish I was a hated animal.
You know, something ugly like a roach,
Maybe even something considered deadly like a shark or a venomous snake,
These creatures, though hated by most, are at least thought about,
As you take their life or ridicule them, at least you give them thought,
And amongst all those who would gladly exterminate me,
At least there are some who would stand in my defense,
When people raise their pitchforks, at least there would be some who jump up and cry "Wait!"
And maybe some of those hateful people would turn to the outcrier, bewildered, and give me a chance to escape.
I would get to live another day, be hated another day.
And, even better than living in the material world, I would live inside their thoughts,
Be the thing they fear, the thing they see creeping in shadow, I would be a monster, and I would be immortal, and by some maybe I would still be loved.
That's all we ever want isn't it.