I Am A Monster

I am a monster,

I am not a man.

Of happy, simple things

I am not a fan,

For I am a monster.

I am not a man.

I snarl and growl; 

I bare my teeth.

I hiss and spit

and never speak.

That is who I am.

Do not try to change me for,

I am a monster.

I am not a man.

I hate the feel of your touch;

Loving strokes is what I hate.

All those things like care and concern are crap.

For them I have great distaste.

I feel this hate of mine has always been, for

I cannot say when it began.

I think the reason for this,though, is:

I am a monster.

I am not a man.

I do not feel sadness in a bad way,

For it I simply lust.

Greed, and disregard for life is simply a must.

Do not think that I care for you

Just because from you and only you I've not ran.

I detest the thought of someone loving my callous soul, for,

I am a monster.

I am not a man.