Why do we do what we do?

Why are we like this?

These are the questions we're asked, yet never given the chance to answer.

But here's my answer.

What choice do I have?

Is there any at all?

What you don't realize is,

I'm not a monster.

I will never pretend to be human.

None of us ever would.

Not to ourselves at least.

Because from birth we are told we are monsters.

That our existence is a crime.

That we are better off dead,

That it is your right to kill us,

That it is our right to be killed.

We are not human.

But we are people.

We are people with feelings, with emotions.

We are people who care for one another,

And people who grieve for one another.

We are people with families,

And when you kill one of us,

You are killing a daughter,

A mother,

A father,

A brother.

But you don't care.

None of you ever care.

We are not the monsters hiding under your beds.

We are people.

And we have the right to live.

The right to live, not to die.

We are forced to wear masks and walk at night.

Because if you saw our faces,

Our eyes,

We would end.

We are animals to you.

We are worse then animals.

But you know that feeling you get when you are alone at night?

Cold?

Empty?

Afraid?

That is our lives.

But we are not the monsters hiding under your bed.

And we have the right to answer the questions you ask before you slaughter us.

We have the right to walk without masks,

And let our faces and eyes be shown.

We have the right to live.

Not to die.

And we are not the monsters under your bed.


Guess who's watching Tokyo Ghoul and had feels.