Think of All the Tomorrow'sThis will be the story of my life, no not my life, but of this experience
Cause I'm a human being, but they call me a Monster I want to know who I am, what they say doesn't even matter, I know I'm not a bad person I thought you're supposed to be innocent until proven guilty, but their mourning me as I were dead I want to feel like a good person because I believe I am, maybe we're here because we lie to ourselves I desperately wish this was only a movie It's to late to put your holy front now Think of all the tomorrow's in your life Monster Book: Monster
Author: Walter Dean Myers |
SOMEONEThe best time to cry is at night
I can understand why they take away your shoelaces and belt when you're in jail Sometimes I feel like I've walked into the middle of a movie. It is a strange movie with no plot and no beginning. I want to look at myself a thousand times to look for one true image Thats why I take films of myself, I want to know who I am When I look into the small rectangle I see a face looking back at me But here I am, maybe on the verge of losing my life or the life I was to have Who was Steve Harmon? I think she was mourning me as if I were dead I've never seen my father cry before Its like a man looking down to see his son and seeing a monster instead I want to feel like a good person because I believe I am This will be the story of my life. No not my life, but of this experience I'll call it what the lady who is the prosecutor called me. Monster. |