Am I the monster some might see
If granted glimpses into me?
They might say I’m “of a kind,”
Pass me by, and pay no mind;
Or given cause to raise a shout,
Make sure I know what I’m about,
Yet “they” are naught but static sound,
Critics who were not around
To see the changes I have made,
The ways I’ve grown, the price I’ve paid.
So let them their misleadings spout;
As for me, I hold no doubt
That, as far as I foresee,
I’ll be what I decide to be.
Thanks for Reading! Be Blessed!