Dislcaimer: I don't own Jak II or Jak-anything. That all belongs to Naughty Dog. I only own this poem, if that even counts for anything.
I have many problems.
I'm supposed to be the hero, right?
I'm supposed to save everyone,
To rescue them,
To protect them from all danger…
Every last one…
But how can I save them from
The demon?
It has cold hearted black eyes,
The horns of a devil,
Long sharp claws that can tear through
Anything it desires to kill.
It's ugly,
Everyone hates it.
They can't see past its frightening exterior
And
Into its heart,
Frozen over with hate,
Vulnerable to pain and
Binded by eternal loneliness.
When it passes by,
The shadow of death is sure to come.
One quick flash of ghastly pale skin
Is a warning of what's to come.
It can't help it.
It doesn't mean to.
But it can't control its
White hot anger.
"Don't you hate them?
Don't they hate you?
Why would they want a thing like you?"
The voices in its head always take over.
In its world, the voices always dominate,
And it can't stop them,
It's too weak to preclude it.
But it's not its fault.
The blame lies with one man alone.
But even if it could speak,
And say the reason and tell the tale,
The people would never believe it.
That is how humanity accepts it.
Everyone turns away
From the outsider.
The sight of it is too much.
There are already enough problems
In their haven.
Who is this omen?
This grotesque vision,
This despicable creature?
This
Monster
Is
Me.