My Monsters Lost Like Everyone Else Poem by Dimond Cross

He said he doesn't know how he feels anymore, he's to broken to see...but I've learned go see past this broken glass and I know that I love him and I always will. People ask me all the time how I can love him he's a hidouse monster but all I do is reply with 'he may be a monster but he's not hideous in the least his heart is beautiful along with his soul' they're always confused...but it is all true threw and threw! ! !