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Monsters And Men

There’s something to be said for seeing through the masks people wear. When the truth comes to light, what’s left behind? Have you ever felt like the watcher, not the fool?


I see the human in you—oh, I do,
All your vices, and sins, laid bare in full view.
Yet still, I find that human trace,
While you ignore the monster’s face.

You think I’m blind to the tricks you play,
To all the sly words and games you sway,
Trying to keep me small, under your thumb,
But honey, I’ve seen the places you’re from.

You feel so free to “be yourself,”
Let your demons roam and make themselves felt,
While I watch, amused, at your bold display,
As you pretend I’m clueless prey.

But I’m not the fool you think I am,
I see through each carefully crafted sham.
You who act so noble and pure—
But I’ve seen your kind, that’s for sure.

Oh, keep spinning your tangled thread,
The webs of lies you’ve so carefully spread.
I see the human, the beast, and the act,
And I smile, knowing all that you lack.

So go ahead, wear that saintly disguise,
But now—I’m watching, and I’m wise.
You think I’m harmless, trapped and small—
But, darling, I’m the monster who sees it all.


We all wear masks, but sometimes it’s the ones who seem most innocent who hide the darkest parts. Have you ever caught a glimpse of the truth beneath?

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