I am always the monster in the story

all eyes be looking at me like am the main enemy,

who brings nothing but a sequel filled with tragedy.

The monsters in the woods understand me very well,

because our lives dwell in a special cell,

where all the pain in the world,

we always have to absorb it all.

When we try to protect ourselves and people get hurt in the end,

the world looks at us with a dark eye

filled with anger and hate,

but we live with what they think of us,

because we know they never care of what we are feeling,

they are to busy believing what they are seeing.

We live in fear and constant isolation

and try not to go to the past or future

for they all filled with torments

so our best solution is lieing at a fixed location.

The loneliness are peaceful,

for we like it that way,

hmm what can I say,

happiness and love
is not meant for monsters like us.