There Are Monsters.

There are monsters
That exist in the real world
When I gaze outside
My unblinded vision
I see monsters everywhere I go
Why couldn't I fight them
When I had the chance? 

 

Why did I let silence
Rule my stance? 

 

There are monsters
Right outside my window
Taunting me with words
Of bitter truth
"Yes I am a monster"
He would mock
"But are you any less for not raising your voice...?"
And just like that
The truth would cease any more of my
Choices... or should I say my reassurances?
Yes he may be the monster
But so am I.
I have let silence rule me now and forever
I have not spoken a word
When he raised a hand,
A belt or words that were more painful than acid rain.
He hit the child in his home,
He hit the wife in front of me
And I turned my back and went
Chanting in my head
"I shouldn't bother its not my place."

 

There are monsters
Right outside my door
Grinning at me
In their sadistic pleasures
Beating and taunting
Their sons and daughters
And I would close my door
And went into the kitchen
To make my daily tea
Chanting in my head
"Don't worry someone would say something right?"
They never did.

 

There are monsters
In the school I pass by,
Taunting the child for not doing his homework or beating him
with a stick so thin
Hoping that he might
Just cry
Yes please just cry.
Yet he doesn't,
Showing her superiority
When really
She is anything but superior
I stop on my way
Contemplating the things I could do or say
But I see others walking by
Ignoring the scene
As if its nothing but
A child's mischievous lies
And I look down my own self
And shook my head
Shaking my self from this
Stupid justice lies
"I am not a hero!"
I would say as if to plead to the kid who is getting beaten and humiliated in worst possible way
"Someone else would notice right?"
No one did.

 

There are monsters
In my workplace
He molest my friend
Day and Day again
Hoping she might give
Into him.
Hoping he could break her
Cause really he could do
Everything he wants
He rules this place doesn't he?
And we are nothing but
Ants in his way.
Yes he rules this place
But its just because we
Are so afraid.
There are marks on her body
She can't explain
There are coffee stains
He loves to paint.
She would cry in her cubicle
Desperately wishing anyone would turn
I would turn.
I never did.
And she would wipe away her tears
And sit up straight
And put a smile
That's so fake.
And I would turn
And we would go back to being friends
Yes what great friends.

 

There are monster
Even in a place meant
for innocent souls to play
There is this child I see
In the park
Where I take my kids to play
She is so shy
She doesn't much say
She fiddles with her dress
Doesn't look anyone in the eye
She blushes quickly
And can't get a word right
With stuttering her way.
She is so very shy.
My kids doesn't like her
Says she is boring
And can't even say a word right
I would smile at them
As if they have told me a joke
And went back to gossiping with my friends.
The little girl doesn't have a father they say.
Her mom got pregnant before marriage
She shouldn't be allowed to live.
The mom's not here
She is doing double jobs
For herself and her kid.
Although I don't agree I let it go
I don't want be an outcast
Why should I care about anyone
Who is not me or my family.
There is this man
That approaches the little girl
Who is all alone gazing
At the other kids with longing
In her innocent gaze.
The man offers her a candy
That she shyly accepts
He takes her away
And I sit in place
"Maybe it's her father right?"
I would say
"Besides its not my kid"
Yeah, its not kid my kid
But the next day it is.

 

There are monsters
When I look in the eye
Of myself in the mirror
Not the one who comes in 
Kids nightmares.... no.
Not even the one
People see in news
I am the real kind.
I am the one who
Ignores everything going on around
I am the one who pretends
Everything's alright
I ignored my neighbor
When I heard her scream
When she died
Of asthma
When she couldn't find her pipe
Later I would say
"Maybe she committed suicide"
But deep down I know
It was murder
I have done
Which won't be forgiven.
But that's alright
At least the police thinks
I am innocent right?
Little do I know
Next could probably be my time.

 

There are monsters
One is right in front of me
With a knife in his hand
He looks at me with pure malice
Taunts me with pure hate
He is saying
I could have done so much
There is so many
I could have saved.
I am lying there on the dirty alley
Remembering all my past mistakes
He spits hateful words at me
And all I could do is cry
There is someone going by the street
And hope blossoms in my heart
I shout out to him
And he looks at me and my assailant
And bites his lips
He looks around
As if to see if there is someone else there could be
He finds none.
And then he says
"Someone else will come by"
And he walks away
And I see myself fade
No one comes
And I know
A monster there will be
No one there could be
If it's not me.