Broken, Monster, Brother

by pyrogirl94

Just a little poem on what I believe Eliot's thought might have been after the Big Bang Job.

Broken, Monster, Brother

I lay here alone and silent while they whisper above my head

Asking if they went too far in trying to make me what I'm not

Wonder if in seeking both my screams and my confessions

They stole the whatever voice and mind I might have

My enemies call me Broken.

I stand here alone and silent while they whisper behind my back

Asking themselves how long their fragile control will last

Wonder if there is anything they can do to stop me

If I ever break the chains they so carefully forged.

My acquaintances call me Monster.

I sit here alone and silent while they talk all around me.

Asking me if I will tell them the times when I was Broken

Wondering about the Monster I restrain in my heart

And understanding when I plead for them not to ask.

My friends call me Brother.