I am not the monster that they say that I am
and even if it troubles me sometimes not to fit in
I still can’t pretend to be one of them.
Maybe someday I will find my way somewhere
Maybe somewhere I will find my tribe
Maybe I am different, maybe I don’t fit in
but I am not the monster that they say that I am.
Someone to tell me the story of all the gods trapped inside of me.
Someone to tell me there’s a place where I belong.
Somewhere I can be my true-self without having to pretend.
Cause I am not the monster that they say that I am.
Maybe I am just a survivor in a world that wants so bad to change me
Maybe I won’t let them in, maybe I will resist till the end
So that I can go home safe, home to my tribe.
A million of miles away in an enchanted galaxy
Somewhere I truly belong, a place I can call home.
Cause I am not the monster that they say that I am.
I know it’s been a lot lately and I am kind of losing control
Because the two in me are on the edge.
The battle is fierce and I don’t know who’s gonna win
Either way I am growing maniac and it’s not really safe for them.
But is it what it takes to be one of them,
losing control and playing by their rules,
Hiding my true-self so that I can be one of them
Trust me I am not the monster that they say that I am.
But if I have to pretend, I might lose control once for all
And who then do you think will stand the beast?

Paterne Freeman Shadowriter,Growing Strange, Poetry Volume

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