Monster

His little whispers.
Love Me. Love Me.
That's all I ask for.
Love Me. Love Me.
He battered his tiny fists to feel something.
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something.

Monster.
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here.
Looking through the window...

That night he caged her.
Bruised and broke her.
He struggled closer.
Then he stole her.
Violet wrists and then her ankles.
Silent Pain.
Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams.

Monster.
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here.
Looking through the windows.
I will.
Hear their voices.
I'm a glass child.
I am Hannah's regrets.

Monster.
How should I feel?
Turn the sheets down.
Murder ears with pillow lace.
There's bath tubs.
Full of glow flies.
Bathe in kerosene.
Their words tattoed in his veins.

-Meg & Dia, monster

Those words you say, so easily. your passing remarks which are taunts to me.
Those remarks which make me bite my lips, and clench my fist in anger.
Those remarks that break me down.
I know im neither good nor clever but give me some decency and space.

Why do I feel as if I'm thrown to one corner once I've become invalid.

Is every move I've made wrong in your eyes?
You said you gave it all fair, at times i doubt that or am I being selfish.
This is why I never talk about real things.
This is why I'm always in my room and on the computer.
You'll never know how much I'd love to see the beauty of the world.
But then neither did you.

So tell me how to feel; from this marionette you've created. Tell me how should I feel.