I'm just a monster. I try to run peoples lives; say what's best for them But what do I know? I don't know anything. My parents don't understand me they try to force me around shouting at me if I do anything bad they can't feel the pain I'm in the pain from how they make me. The cuts in my skin show me that I'm a monster I'm a good-for-nothing a screw up no one wants me so these cuts go deeper no one can see them, no one can see my pain. I felt like writing my problems in poem form..Idk..I just feel like cutting..again and again..