Monster

Monster cried tears of hurt tears of pain. He had no friends, couldn’t remember his childhood, couldn’t understand why he was hated. They called him Monster, but he knew he was no monster and didn’t know why the called him that name. They were the monsters. He knew they were monsters. He saw the things they did and called them ‘monsters’. Then he understood. It was his difference they despised and he had followed them, despising their difference Monster cried tears of hurt tears of shame. It was not their fault. It was the way they’d been made.