They run away from me. They scream when they see me, but they will never know me. The hideous face I was born with, something I can't change but have to live with. The human perspective that changes my fate based on presumptions accusations. I scare, I kill, and I hide because it is expected of me, but I want to come out of the closet. I want to laugh, I want to dance, and I want to have something to hold to at night when I'm scare. I want to have a dream, but nobody listen, so I keep on killing. I KEEP ON SLASHING, I KEEP ON EATING, I KERP ON TEARING, AND I KEEP ON KILLING, BUT NO ONE IS LISTENING!!! They don't see that I have my own monsters in the closet, they don't see I want my own dreams, but that's okay. I WILL JUST KEEP ON KILLING.