Father Or Monster?
You dont know you are a monster.
You dont look like the monster that slithers under my bed.
Or the monster who hides from the light
In the comfort of my closet.
But you are one
I am 8, and even I know that.
I know because monsters are scary,
They destroy things.
The glass bottle clashes against the wall, flinging pieces of glass everywhere
The monster walks to his cave.
My heart aches after the monster yells at me with his deep voice
The monster walks to his cave.
My heart breaks
When you call yourself my father
Then retreat to your cave.
But I see no father.
I see a monster.
And the question is,
When does a man become a monster?
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