Monster

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Once, I woke up as a monster…
It was not me…
It could not be me.
My voice, my demeanour had changed.
I was mean to people, everything that I did, I would do it for me, and for nobody else’s interest.
I was trapped inside my own personality, that I had created.
My focus has gone, I would not indulge attention to anybody, based on the fact that I was not interested in hearing nobody.
I grew bigger, fatter, and balder too…
I was the beast from one of Grimm’s tales, brought down to the reality of the common man.
People started calling me Hyde. At first I could not understand why, but then I had realized. It was not may name they were calling… they were looking for refuge, a safe-passage from the path of the monster, from me.
In me he lives, and without control he bursts out, like a rage from the skies, and attacks love ones with no mercy… it feeds on impatience and I call it wrath…
In me I kept the last tear of humanity, that hopeful will drawn the beast within me.
As I look upon the tall buildings, I wonder in awe… who am I? What am I here for? Will I ever cry from high above… or will I pass down to lair of the lord of the flies and spend eternity in abhorrer.
In this, the last drop of mankind in me, I leave my hopes for success… for the beast takes over when I cannot rest…
Today, I go to bed and I take the monster in me, in hopes that tomorrow I will awake up free to be who I want to be.

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