A small bit of context for this: uh, it's gonna be in my new story that's coming out in the next week or so.
I'd really, REALLY (!) love to hear your opinions on this before I publish it in the other book, and you know what? Here's my permission to shred me apart in the comments of this poem. I need the good, the bad, the ugly - give it to me in a Chinese takeaway box that's broken and leaking all over my car.
I did whip this up in like 7 minutes, so I won't be overly offended if you point out that it's garbage.
(Also, if anyone is interested on scheming and scribing with me to get this story (or any of my others) finished, hit me up!)

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Aren't we all monsters?
We fear our own shadows
We fear our clothes piled on chairs
We fear the deafening sound of silence

Aren't we all monsters?
We fear our own thoughts
We fear our reflection in the mirror
We fear the dark that comes from being alone

Aren't we all monsters?
We fear our own pity
We fear our fire-like tempers
We fear the moment before destruction strikes

Aren't we all monsters?
Have we ever thought about why we are doing what we are?
Is it just the way life is?
When the starving hold out their hands for a mere slice
Of what we have spilling from our bags?
Is this who we have become?

Aren't we all monsters?
Wasn't there a time when it was simpler, easier?
Wasn't there a time when we had no reason to be feared?
Fear and respect are not the same thing
So why treat them like they are?
What makes us any different from the creatures under the bed?
They too strike with no warning
They too smile at the weak
They too lurk in our nightmares
What makes us any better than them?
After all, aren't they the monsters?

~MallaHarkness04