Monster

I am a monster,

be cautious of my mask.

I'm a major fuck up,

I'll drink you down from my flask.

Trouble is all I seem to cause,

make you regret ever meeting me.

Cut you up with my metaphorical knife,

please just leave me be.

This mask it hides my pain,

the pain that turned me bad.

Don't say I didn't warn you,

thank everyone in my life I ever had.

I grew up neglected and bullied,

my life a torturous hell.

Rape, abuse and lies,

things I couldn't tell.

I've perfected hiding emotions,

I got my soul ripped piece by piece.

It turned me bitter and cold,

I never had a release.

It's either kill or be killed,

fight to survive or die.

You couldn't handle some of the stuff I have seen with my own eyes.

 

I know how to play the game,

You can make the move first.

In the end I always win,

your defeat will quench my thirst. 

When the damage has been done,

you will then feel my hurt.

How does it feel to emotionally die and have yourself buried in the dirt?