'Monstrosity' by Ravyn LaRue

I've been very much into
allegories comparing myself to scary things
witches and corpses and dragons and wendigos
and anything that could rip apart those who try to harm her
but it's because I certainly am not that
I'd rather dance and sing and put flowers in my hair
and have absolutely nothing of the tearing apart
but things keep occurring that break me
and when I am broken I forget my rainbows
and only want blood
because I have never been more scared
and I still am so fearful
it is a coping mechanism, obviously
to wear an armor and pretend you are able to scare off evil
if only you choose to bear your teeth
life isn't like that
but when I panic and cry
and it's applicable to sing 'Masters of War'
I want to tear out the throats of whomever paints themselves as kind
while they terrorize and burn down their own villages
because don't want my future baby dragons
harmless and clawless
to be broken like be
moments after they learned to fly
just because some rich king's son
sees them as homely
I feel the need to preemptively protect them
even though I am de-clawed
and my voice is only barely growing back
and in the real world I cannot turn into some great monstrosity
I am merely me
yet they're armed to the teeth against me nevertheless