A Book of Poems

Some people wonder why people are such monsters, but it takes a monster to create one someone had to have caused so much pain and left a scar too deep to the point where the innocence transformed into a scary monstrosity To the point where they crave the crimson colored liquid that pours from another’s skin The innocence they once had lost The soul now as cold as ice Until someone comes to melt it Someone with their own pain, to understand and to heal Someone to give their heart to Someone to need them as much as they need the other Someone to send warmth Someone to eventually love or give their own version of it Someone to give what they didn’t receive Demons were once angels Until they are corrupted with the suffering and pain need to But in their own way angels are demons too Monsters were once beautiful too Some people wonder why people are such monsters, But it takes a monster to create one Someone had to have caused so much pain And left a scar too deep To the point where the innocence transformed into a scary monstrosity Maybe the evil and monstrous Is you Written in 2018, the beginning of my Sophomore year in high school at a new school.