I wear a mask to hide my face.
My hands aren't clean in murder ways.
People scream and laugh and point when I walk into the room
Yet they call me the monster.
A monster is what people think I am just because of my face.
It started all like this all my actions they made a chain reaction.
They call me a monster they say I shouldn't live,
But am I the one screaming hurtful and cruel things
Do they think I don't know how my face looks?
Do they think screaming irrationalities will ease the pain?
Think am I really the monster is it you.