Poem: Frankly A Monster

Frankly A Monster I seize, I stare, I hit, I kick, I grab, I tear, I groan, I stomp, And moan. I can’t control, Monster there, When I stand, Crying, Pulling hair. I punch, I crunch, I Franken, I real, I trapped, In sorry ordeal. I not me, I something else, I cannot help, Limbs have mind of themselves. Don’t be scared, Don’t run away, I not like this, All time, Every single day, But if you hurt me, Don’t blame me for body, I promise, I no hurt nobody. It fights it’s own, I hurt alone. I sensitive soul, But monster, at home.

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