Not all monsters look scary, all grotesque and hairy
Or they couldn’t do monstrous things.
Some look rather average, not remotely that savage
And some come like angels with wings.
They’ll promise you pleasure or untold of treasure
You’d never believed you’d behold
Others fulfill your dreams, with delight you will scream
Until their true nature unfolds.
Then the mask starts to slip, once you’re tight in their grip
And the realization sets in
You fell for the trapping, in shiny gift wrapping
That the monster had hidden within
The end of the story doesn’t have to be gory
Because of the power of choice
Start first by not believing their attempts at deceiving
And then regain your own voice.
Then slowly but surely what once seemed so burly
Begins to shrink in its power
To brainwash your mind and make you seem blind
To the fact that you are a flower.
Be sure when you’re leaving not to spend much time grieving
O’er the lies you bought that they sell
For it’s certain in fact, that they’ve worked on this act
So even the smartest folks fell for their spell.