Born With Monsters

| December 20, 2013 | 0 Comments

By: Jacy Hornsby

walking down the street, you get mugged,

raped, kidnapped, shot to death.

close your eyes, fall off the bed.


abuse, lies, bullying

drugs, con artists, gangs, sex slaves.

wars, murder, genocide, suicide, massacres.

you say we’re all the same, human.

yet you call others monsters.

they aren’t monsters, they just stopped searching for monsters when they realized

the demons were inside all of us.

Category: Poetry

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I love animals, space, anime, reading, art, and writting of course. I am a fun loving and out going person who just wants to have fun.

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