Monster

It's funny i don't look like a monster
but i feel it when i wake
and my throbbing legs are like rhinos
trudging in a lake
and my pulsing eyes are like vampires
frying in the sun
my neck is a leveled forest
knocked down by everyone

I don't act like a monster now
but did in times before
and the people that i used to hurt
i feel like I've hurt them more
and the people that adore me
are hostage of my smile
seeking refuge in the lovely curve
while i sulk in my denial

i don't think like a monster
but i feel others think i do
when i'm standing in large groups of red
i stick out like a blue
sometimes i put myself back
and settle for a green
but green cant make red but mixed with it
is a black blanket of serene

i feel this monstrous way at times
and trapped within its flesh
ignoring that its a bodily me
that makes me such a mess
but i coil and cripple and slither and scare
my way back to disaster
and when i awake i'm a Jekyll fake
with Hyde inside his master