Mockingjay

Friday, August 3, 2012

Made by Monsters (Part 1)

This monstrous being that dwells within,
Enraged and wild, it killed its kin.
Its roar of pain echoes in my ears,
Of all the abuse it endured throughout the years.
At random times, i could see,
What had happened through the eyes of the beast.
Tears and blood run down my face,
A bitter memory it could not erase.
A scared and injured child just crying for help,
But instead, stones were thrown at him which made him yelp.
After the explosion, acid rain had come,
They left the little boy and decided to run.
Down on the ground and unable to move,
They called him a monster though they had no proof.
They were afraid about what they didn't understand,
That he was gifted and had abilities so grand.
Isolated and despised was a child only five,
It was no wonder at all that he couldn't thrive.
Everything that happened, they blamed on him,
As the bringer of bad luck, bad omens, full to its brim.
He was cursed so many times, that he actually believed,
That he was a monster and that there was nothing he could achieve.
He hung by a thread, dripping with dye,
Its color was hatred mixed in with lies.
Time and time again, his suicide attempts failed,
This only hurt his heart deeper, which was already so frail.
A monster so loathed that nobody could ever want,
Not even death himself, he heard them taunt.

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