as i walk alone, down this darkened street

i can't help but notice the fleet

of little boys and girls running away,

hoping i find some other “prey”

“why must it be me

that has to face this cruel reality?”

i could not choose this hideous doom

when i was last at peace in my mother’s womb

made to be a monster and nothing more

but tells a different story—my core

wishing my gruesome tale would fade

and my true heart could be displayed,

feeling like every good action performed

only causes my story to be disformed

in a world so loud with harsh tongues and gnashing teeth

always try to see what is truly underneath.