Note: Well, if this poem is too specific, then I guess it would be confusing, eh?

“Monster”

User, abuser

Do you think it’s an understatement?

How funny it is

words and words

actions and actions

you comply

--

When the distant crowds draw close

you laugh at their silly antics

When I stand alone

you stare with a vulture’s eye

--

Do you hear the uproar of cries

so deep in tone yet so soft in nature

My legs carry me to the front of the room

the snickers looming behind

--

And then I see their faces

twisted in that kind of sickness of malice

they are watching and waiting for

the right moment to pounce

--

You hold between your fingertips

something that belongs to me

Swipe it in front of my face

and away

pushing and forcing me further into the cage

to grasp that something that is mine

--

The animals gather into a collective group

echo of a million laughs

Laughs of oh, that’s so funny

Laughs of oh, how stupid

Laughs of oh, really, soo pathetic

--

I hear them, I hear them

but I still try to take it back

You peer out of the corner of your eye

with that wicked gleam of sadistic pleasure

Show those thousand sparkles in your rotting teeth

while in vain I take to try it back

--

It’s mine, it’s mine,

the little voice in my head cries

Why are you doing this?

Howls of screeching, high pitched

laughter

--

Those animals,

they want me to lose

--

Ah, humiliation is like a cost of my life

That little ripple in my chest;

my dignity is turning sour

--

Almost, almost

I almost have it

And then I do

crinkled and damaged it is

but I finally got it back

--

Once I feel it brushing against my hands

I turn back out of the cage

Away from this monster

with his pudgy body and bloodlust

--

Outside I meet–I see–

those animals

their eyes follow me

trying to bewitch me

Too cruel, too cruel

--

I told you,

humiliation is like a cost of my life

With their hanging tongues and shrill voice boxes

it startles me

--

Oh, but I definitely won’t

I definitely won’t allow them to win it

I won’t admit defeat

yet my eyes connect with one of them

--

She looks at me with neither content at my disgrace

or any harboring lingering pity

It cannot be helped

I promised not to lose

but it seems I’ve already had

--

The monster

it rejoices in wonderment

at my injuries

Oh yes, I got my something back,

yes I did

But in the process

I lost something too

Always losing it, losing it...