Monster Human

Humans we call us

Coming to this life

Born to be something

Inside the piece of a paper

Old or new

You will read me there

Take a teddy bear

Sit on your bed

And start to read

You will find questions

Thoughts about everything

Moments and memories

All of those are mine

Just take a paper

Take your finest pen

And write down

Write your stories

The ones they make you

The paper is my body

The pen is my blood

The stories are my memories

The bad shape paper is my heart

Broken and in pieces

Can't be one so you throw it away

Books represent my play room

Crime or thriller

I enjoy them a lot

Romance is my cursed spot

Once you approach me

Things go down and we split

Human we call us

But I am no human

A monster I am in reality

You can heart me

Like you heart the paper

I will handle it

You can violent me

Like you do, to the paper

I will not give up

You can love me

Like you love a good book

I will give and I'll be broke in seconds

I live through books

Stories, poetry

And yet I am not human

I am a monster

So I destroy my life

I do not love like you do

I am a disaster

Trouble some call me

And I lie bunch of times

If that makes me no monster

Then human it is

But I can't be both

So I'm trapped as a monster

Inside of a human body

You may call me Monster Human