Monstrosity Poem by emergingfrom thedark

You chew 'em up and spit 'em out
don't give a second thought to their feelings; you're the queen.
It's ALWAYS the nice ones that fall for you;
always the ones with perfect, gorgeous souls for you to ruin.
You're a maelstrom...
You love your own destruction.
Anybody could tell you what a monster you are;
Anybody who's seen your core can defend that it's not pretty.
But your pretty shell- your cutesy, innocent facade- fools us all at first;
gets us all to love and accept you;
to seek your approval...
And then comes the pain.
YOU. HURT. EVERYONE.
And because of that,
I feel like I hate you...
I don't want to hate anyone; don't want to even have the capacity to...
But if I've ever hated anyone, it's you.