Hidden in a deep dark place, frightened to come from its cocoon. Howls at the moon! Monster in me.
Everyone who looks there knows It's in my mind and in my heart. Right from the start its in my soul.
Then torches bright, fiery hot They chase me from my rightful place and poke my face with flames of hate.
If only they would understand I once was one of them, you see. They create me then push away.
And all I want to do is speak my mind to them. It is my gift albeit thrift It's all I have
But all they hear are grunts. |