F.U. BSL

You say I am a monster,
a beast of anger and hate.
You say my friends and family,
are bound for a nasty fate.

You think you know it all,
every odd and every end.
You listen to the reports,
still, for you, my back would bend.

You look at me and see a monster,
you pull your children away.
You fear my very existence,
but for you, tonight I'll pray.

You don't see the love,
the kisses and the cuddles.
You don't know the pain,
the losses, and the struggles.

You refuse to learn,
refuse to use your eyes.
You paint your pretty pictures,
and create more crazy lies.

You believe I want to do this,
to break and maim my own.
You believe I don't deserve,
a warm and caring home.

You can only see the television,
the outcome of the evils.
You don't see the real monsters,
their treadmills, chains or needles.

You blind yourself to the cruelty,
ignorance is bliss.
Yet you throw around the blame,
you're real quick to dismiss.

I know it's not your fault,
I know it's hard to swallow.
I know you've got lots on your mind,
The apologies aren't hollow.
 
Please use your time,
just take a minute,
think it through.

I'm not the gun, but the bullet.