Reborn With Horns

People aren't born monsters.

I looked harder,

drew closer,

and realized a terrible truth.

The evil before,

my eyes,

had an origin of innocence,

that I ignored.

My mouth,

dropped open with astonishment.

I was reborn,

with horns,

and a masked devilish grin,

but I am hurt,

and broken,

by the things that made me,

unfortunately,

me.

Author's Note

I wrote this thinking about how people are never born evil. When you live in a world where people kill each other just to prove a point, then who could blame you for being a little sinister?

Reviews

[Iam-me]

I do see your point in this poem. And do agree. We are born into evil circumstances and by people who are broken and not healed yet or ever. And so the circle goes around and around. How sad this is so. So people lash out and cause hate and suffering and badness to others and it spreads.