There is still some time to see,
The monster, that's a part of me,
I'll stop hiding, my good or bad,
Help you detect if I'm sane or mad.
Clouds you love are white and gray,
The rose has thorns, they don't have a say,
What's pure anymore?
Well..not a human for sure.
Yet I ask you again,
Was your acceptance of me in vain?
On times when my monster will peek,
Would you play hide and seek?
Or would you want to run,
Or shoot it with a gun?
Won't blame if you leave this game,
It's anyway not for you to tame,
My ugly animal with an ugly fame,
You can flee and escape the shame.
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