DaBigX

I am the monster. It is I Who learns to love each word from you I seek your thoughts, and I comply For awe and praise, or scorn, anew. They called me "gifted" then Deprived of popularity. They called me a "true friend" There lies, in truth, disparity. Though I have everything to lose, I think it's rational to choose your joy above my fear, and tell you what you want to hear. And both you and I know it that if you left me, I won't be a poet. Yet in your silence I'd see light I ask for just one fan to write. I am the monster, It is I Who makes you think the way you do. I feed you words as stimuli And twist responses out of you.