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Society's Monster
In shadows cast by society's hand,
A monster born of judgment, misunderstood, banned.
Forged by whispers, molded by disdain,
He wears society's scars, a relentless chain.
Once a soul, now a creature of the night,
Despised by daylight, shunned from the light.
A reflection of the fears we couldn't face,
He roams in solitude, a lonely, haunted space.
His heart beats with echoes of rejection,
A product of a world's cruel inflection.
Yet within those monstrous eyes, a plea,
For understanding, a chance to be free.
Society's creation, a mirror unkind,
Yet beneath the surface, humanity we find.
A monster, yes, but also a soul,
Longing for acceptance to make it whole.
© Folkland
A monster born of judgment, misunderstood, banned.
Forged by whispers, molded by disdain,
He wears society's scars, a relentless chain.
Once a soul, now a creature of the night,
Despised by daylight, shunned from the light.
A reflection of the fears we couldn't face,
He roams in solitude, a lonely, haunted space.
His heart beats with echoes of rejection,
A product of a world's cruel inflection.
Yet within those monstrous eyes, a plea,
For understanding, a chance to be free.
Society's creation, a mirror unkind,
Yet beneath the surface, humanity we find.
A monster, yes, but also a soul,
Longing for acceptance to make it whole.
© Folkland
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