Is it the fear they instill?
Or darkness they foster?
Is it the feeling they're ill?
Or the slunch in their posture ?
Is it the love that's held ransom?
Or the unknown you can't see?
Are the Things you can't phantom ?
Still haunting your dreams?
Are you afraid that they'll hurt you?
Or not like what you'll find?
Are you afraid that they're perfect?
And that you'll be unkind?
We point and make judgments
With no time to discuss
All Our hate is abundant
Cause the monsters are us