"I'm not a monster." I sing.

I start playing music on my phone. 

"I have honor. I'm not a monster. I'm a good soul. I am on a roll."

I start swirling around. 

"I'm not a monster!!! I want to make it up!! I want to scrub! It away!!!"

I take out my guitar and start playing it. Softer yet hard.

"I'm not a monster!!! I have honor! I'm an angel! Yet I feel fatal! I just want a chance! I want to dance!!" 

I gasp in the air. Tears start spilling down my face.

"I just want to know!!! I will grow!!! I'm not a monster! I want everyone to see it!! I don't want to be hurt! My mother was killed! Her blood was spilled! It's up to me! To find the truth!"

I shoot up into the room's sky. 

"I don't want to be a monster! I just want to know my father! I want to know! I want to glow! I don't want to be a monster! I want to be an angel! Yet I don't know what an angel is anymore!"

I slam back down onto the bed. I throw my guitar back onto the stand.

"I just don't want to be a monster."