My monster

You can't create a  monster then try and destroy it

You are the one who gave it all its traits 

You are the one who told it to attack and kill

You are the one who made this 

You are the one 

Now tell me if you are the one who's created such a creature 

Why don't you see it's beauty  

Why don't you  claim it as your own 

Why don't you love it 

This so called monster is you 

It contains all of your traits 

It attacks and kills who you want it to 

It's all of you 

So I guess the deeper question is "why are you such a monster?"

Running

Have you ever ran so hard and far that you forget what your running from?

I know I'm definitely running from something, but it's been so long that I've forgotten what I'm running from, and now it just eats away not knowing?

Truth be told I hate running, I would rather walk, drive, fly or swim from what ever I'm running from. 

I think this thing I'm running is scary.... Maybe it's not, but who can tell.

I'm not alone I know that for sure. I can see, feel, hear, smell and taste others just like ME.... Well it's not ME anymore it's WE. WE are all connected some how.

There was more of WE before, some have stopped running and others are running harder than ever. I wonder what it looks like I'm doing....

Maybe I'm not even running anymore, maybe I'm here 

I was never taught

I was never taught how to deal with a lie

I was never taught how to lie 

I was never taught how to deal with deceit

I was never taught how to fear 

I was never taught how to hide 

I was never taught what was wrong 

I was never taught how to want

I was never taught to be ashamed 

I was never taught how to deal with heart ache 

I was never taught how to deal with heart break 

I was never taught how to fall out of love 

I was never taught how to be in love 

I was never taught how to deal with you...

I was never taught this so I blame you, I was taught yet this is part of, it consumes me, engulfs me then spits me out. How dear help mould such a beautiful monster and then try to kill it as it starts to think for its self.

Is it no longer beautiful?, am I no longer beautiful?