I have never been one to wonder,

When does a man become a monster?

Is it something that all the others think

When they are standing on the brink.

Maybe I should consider it.

Maybe I shouldn’t have started this bit.

I see myself and wonder,

Am I actually a monster?

Man or woman,

Monster or human.

It’s getting pretty dark in here

And I’m scared of the shadows lurking near.

Why would I let my mind go there?

Into madness’ eye I stare.

Have you ever wondered,

When does a man become a monster?

I’ve never really written poetry so don’t stone me if this isn’t real poetry;) but please leave me feedback!