Monster

When I tell you my past,
some day, at last.
You will see the animal I am
You will see the evil that can
pulse through my blood and
veins. Maybe it will show you that far off land
where the person I really am comes out
and wanders about.
One day you will say,
"You act as if you are a monster" As you lay
down and ponder what I have just spoken,
it is as if a hurricane as woken.
You will see the me for me
and who I am, not who I am supposed to be.
My mind is eternal night,
not a spark nor a light in sight.
It's a eternal dark alley filled
with thoughts that have just suddenly spilled
on to my lips,
and so wonder this.
Am I the man you see
or am I just somebody that could be.