Blame Mr. Rogers.
Mr. Dressup.
Probably the two reasons,
Only ended up 75% monster.
Kindness & empathy & compassion…
Somehow taking root,
In my heart of darkness!
Broken monster.
Not even good fodder –
For the now-dead heroes to train on.
Medical prescriptions,
Concoctions,
To keep me…
“Good.”
“Good.”
