They say my mind is a monster,
Trapped in the body of a human,
They say I'm a monster,
Just because I'm different.
They say I'm a monster,
Beyond their comprehension.
They say I'm a monster,
Of me, history has no mention.
They say I'm a monster,
With "green" thoughts instead of green skin.
They say I'm a monster,
And they say it with a grin.
But I can breathe, I can taste,
I can see and hear and feel.
Yet they say I'm a monster,
Just because I seem unreal.
Do they not realise
Their own true face?
Do they not realise
That they're the true disgrace?
I'm expected to be tired
Of these mindless insults.
I'm expected to fight back
To a nonsensical cult.
Just so I can be crushed,
Mercilessly.
Just to quench their thirst,
Of killing a person, once free.
In a world full of Leprechauns,
I'm the Elf.
Why call me a monster,
When they mean it for themselves?
They call themselves democratic,
By calling me a monster.
And they bully me, abuse me,
But I pretend not to hear.
They bombard me with taunts,
And call me the cause of it all.
Why can't they see they're the terrorists,
Responsible for making such an unnecessary brawl?!
They say I'm a monster,
Again and again and again.
But why don't they realise
They're saying this in vain?
Why don't they realise,
They're saying this in vain?
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth.
Poetry"But again, I'm warning you, All I am is a pathetic little beast. I'm scarred inside very deep, Scarred because of words for eternity. If you have the courage to take a peek, Then come and join the fraterni...
