It shrieks well into the night,

When the lights flicker off,

Loathing the ones around,

Itching to escape its domestic encagement,

Scratching and tearing at my skin.

I fear it's too powerful,

Its claws of faux cotton,

A soft perspective but harsh reality,

My hidden creation,

Jaws chained by day,

But words blurted through the muzzle.

My monster is deemed too unfit,

No one will accept it,

For its scales green,

Eyes narrowed,

And teeth clenched,

I hideous unknown sight.

I know it well,

I see it often,

I cannot be rid of them,

For I've created the monster,

And the monster is me.