Monsters
I don’t know what scares me more:
That there exists monsters in our world,
or the fact that monsters are not simply born.
You may question how this is possible
Yet at its core, there is truth to what I say.
For monsters are created and formed,
by forces so terribly sad and awfully tragic.
So do not fear the monster under your bed.
Understand the beast’s wretched sorrow.
And instead fear the horrible pain it endures.
Copyright © Scott Young | Year Posted 2015
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