It's starts beautiful the soft petals that bloom day by day It begins as every dream should, filled with happiness Then come the words that strike the soul The heated fury of anger stabbing the heart. The spewing of insults that scar and wound The glaring orbs of disgust and repulsion Wicked do they strip away the beauty The monster has been given life with birth It shuts out all the good, it hides away the pure. It begins to believe those spiteful words that seek to render harm It changes from light to dark following the path it has been shown It begins to destroy all that is beautiful within the soul Heated screams, insulting words, tearing down at the good of a soul. Judgement given without thoughts to future harm do those action purge on And the creature grows till the naked eye can't see what was before. The creature becomes what it was taught and learned. Monsters aren't born....they are created. Copyrighted by: CBHawk 10/23/05