Tale of A Pitiful Monster

one day there was a monster
a monster who looks just like a human
and that monster is always alone

it’s not like the monster hate people
perhaps on contrary he loves human
that’s why when his madness come out
he always secluded himself

so that nobody will get hurt
so that only him will get hurt
but is it really alright to do that?

the monster is different from human
so sometimes he saw people
with a hint of pain in his eyes
but then he remembered

“That’s right. I’m not a human.”
and the monster smiled

in reality, what did the monster felt?
he didn’t know himself
perhaps he didn’t feel anything

one day the monster felt strange
the pain kept coming without an end

it hurts… it hurts… it hurts…
but it’s alright, the monster said
I’m alright… I’m alright… I’m alright…
he kept chanting those words

it hurts, but I’m fine
because I’m strong
I’ll heal myself in no time
It’s alright

the monster smiled
the monster cried
the monster laughed
the monster screamed

but it’s fine… it’s fine…
the monster never ask for help
because everyone has something else they hold dear
the don’t need a monster to weight them down

but deep down
perhaps… just perhaps…
the monster whispered another word
“…help me…”

those words
withered in the air silently…

and reached nobody’s ear