I'm reaching out
reaching for anything
close or far
I need, I want
but to want is folly
to want is selfish
therefor to need is deemed selfish
over lapping needs and wants
merging and becoming monsters
monsters becoming me
when did humans become monsters
was it when they were wanting and needing
and not reciving
or was it when they reached out
reached out to find nothing 
nothing and emptiness
yes monsters learned to depend on themselfs
all because of one reason
wanting to live
to move forward
sacraficing all their human nature for wants and needs
to acheive goals
monsters are created
created by ourselfs

We Are The Monsters  


This poem is about: 
Our world


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