In the shadows deep, where no one sees, The monster whispers beneath the trees. Claws so sharp, scales so gray, “It’s fine, I never belonged here anyway.”

It watches children laugh and run, Bathes in the warmth of the distant sun. Yet when it step, they shy away, “It’s fine, I never belonged here anyway.”

Its voice once sang, its hate once little, But time has withered the heart so brittle. Each dream it chased led astray, “It’s fine, I never belonged here anyway.”

Beneath the moon, it carved its place, A lonely hollow, a void of grace. It’s heart beats slow, its mind will say, “It’s fine, I never belonged here anyway.”

Perhaps the monster isn’t a beast, But a young, carefree spirit at least, Still, no one will come, no one will stay, “It’s fine, I never belonged anyway.”

I sit in stillness, my windowsill bare The weight of regret hangs heavy in the air The world grows still, the shadows creep Yet in the silence, my thoughts run deep Loneliness lingers, my only friend The ache in my heart, when will this end? The air is heavy, the night profound A quiet despair, my screams the only sound My mind is shouting, this feeling won’t quell A relentless torment I cannot dispel Would anybody notice, would anybody care If I disappeared into the cold night air The hours stretch long, the silence loud I search for solace beneath the shroud I look up to the sky, look and see A beautiful constellation smiling back at me The night sky flickers, bold and bright A beacon of inspiration, a beacon of light With the night comes darkness, but also the stars A glimmer of hope for hearts of scars