Frankenstein's Monster
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I'm terrified of horror movies.
I hate the zombies, vampires, and werewolves.
But what scares me more than the supernatural, are human beings.
Because there is no possibility that they are not real.
When you look into my eyes,
You see a thing that you despise,
A terrible, ugly deviation of man
But really, is that what I truly am?
A fearsome being for all to hate
And fear. Is that my fate?
Frankenstein.
A cold hearted killer, a raging fiend
Cloudy eyes that mirror his soul;
Murky reflections of the demon inside
People reject the hideous creation
Forever cursed by his creator's selfish ways
I am Frankenstein’s monster—
a tired traveler yearning to break free
from this cage, this lonely overpopulated
world. Here, I stand in a crowded
grocery store listening to people yell and
