The Big Bad Monster

You were the grown up,
Left with an easy choice.
You decided, you wanted power.
Chose to beat and rape children,
To make yourself feel big.
You wanted the power,
But was it worth it,
To become a monster.
You now live your life in fear,
From the law, from your friends,
From death.
Reputation on the line.
You gave up your freedom,
To make yourself feel big.
You wanted power,
You wanted to become the big bad monster,
Now you are being tracked, hunted,
By both men and women,
Friends, family, strangers,
Wielding pitch forks and torches.
The net is closing.
All monsters will be caught.
You may have had me fooled,
Into believing that you're,
Some big bad monster.
But the truth is you're nothing,
Nothing but a sad pathetic little man,
Who had to beat and rape children,
To make himself feel big.
You got no power over me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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