Filed teeth and sharpened claws and skin as black as night
But how can he help what he is – a menace in your sight?
You say he's but a monster, a monster in disguise
"What makes you so sure he can feel, this boy with emerald eyes?"
A second chance is all he asks
He wants to make things right.
But why should you yield to his wants,
If only out of fright?
You tell him it will all be fine
You know you're telling lies
Deliberately misguiding hopes
Of the boy with emerald eyes.
Acceptance and intolerance
Cannot go hand in hand
He realizes he needs to fight
He needs to take a stand.
He understands now, knows your tricks
Unraveled your disguise
Livid and sick to the core
Was the boy with emerald eyes.
He tells you off and tears you down
You scoff with gesture grand
You tell him he will never have
The respect that he demands.
He's broken now, beyond repair
The soul inside him dies
You laugh with hate before you leave
The boy with emerald eyes.
You turn; he gives a shudder at
The disgust that he can see
"No one would ever love something
That shouldn't even be."
Black tentacles and monstrous size
Is what they hate, despise.
Is that what makes a monster?
Thought the boy with emerald eyes.