This world is cruel!

This world is wicked!

This world hates me because I existed!

Body of man, but mind of child, they didn't understand my actions and my sorrow.

My father the Doctor created me from dead bodies, the child of the undead and a monster they call me.

No one knows the pain I suffer.

It took only one person, a blind old man, who saw me as a man and not the monster they portray, who showed me the kindness and the goodness I never had to my name.

But our time was short due to others interference, again I'm alone in dreadful situation.

I'm tired of this twisted world that only views me as a monster, if that's the case then I should act like one.
© Anthony K. Brown Jr