People treat me kindly —
But that’s what they always do;
Then backs are turned, and suddenly,
The worst they always knew.
But I never did, and to this day
It’s more than I can imagine
For cruelty to be child’s play;
For every harm to be planned to happen.
Yet you believe it so devoutly —
And who am I to you?
I am a child playing carelessly;
I wait to be a monster too.