**Glad I’m Not a Human**

In shadows deep where whispers creep,
I slumber low, my secrets keep.
With jagged teeth and hollow eyes,
I roam the night beneath dark skies.

They call me monster, ghoul, and wight,
A haunting terror in the night.
Yet in this form, I feel so free,
For it's the humans that terrify me.

With masks of grace, their smiles lie—
They feast on dreams, like vultures spy.
They curse the weak, they haunt the meek,
In every laugh, a dagger’s streak.

Beneath their skin, a cruel machine,
With hearts made cold and minds unclean.
They march in packs, they plot, they scheme,
While I, alone, can only dream.

I howl at moons, with freedom’s cry,
Yet they parade the world awry.
For in their veins, the darkness flows,
A grip on hope that never shows.

Yes, I am feared, a tale of fright,
But bathed in shadows, I find light.
For in their eyes, that endless race,
I see the monster, not the face.

So let them quake at my raw form,
While I embrace the night’s soft storm.
For every scream that shakes the air,
It is their heart that’s truly bare.

Glad I’m not human, in my fright,
For monsters crawl through endless night,
But humans walk with masks of sin,
And oh, the darkness lies within.
© Scott Maddox