I can feel you looking at me
is it me you seek?
Do you think that frail girl still lives somewhere under this
you battered me into being.
Building me on scar tissue and misdirection…
Does that bother you,
does it stir like a skittish rodent in the corner of your mind?
Finally I raise my eyes…..
The monster gazes back at you and you recognize each other.
Made me, did you?
I was nothing without you?
and even wet sand can be formed if the conditions are met
if the determination is mixed into a fuel of rage and
I am a monster,
but then so were you.
I just did it better…….