Member Poem

everyone but me.

  There are demons.

These people lay in the flames of the earth.

They bring misery,

and enjoy giving it.

They are strong creatures.

  There are angels.

A halo so bright

it illuminates the night.

Wings that allow them to fly.

They represent faith, love, and compassion.

  There are vampires.

Creatures of the night,

they suck blood to stay alive.

with it brings immortality,

and powers you would not believe.

  There are werewolves

Normal humans at first glance,

then the full moon and stars come out to dance.

They take a new form under full moon light

and set off into the bowels of night.

   Then there’s me.

I bring the misfourtune of a demon to those around me

I have the halo and good heart that an angel posesses.

I am immortal, and drinks blood to survive

I transform under full moon light.

Other make fun of me, say I’m a freak.

No matter what class they belong too.

Are they right?

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No.

There are many people in this world,

but each is different in personality.

So what if I’m different physically?

Is that a bad thing?

No one is going to die from it.

So now I believe that it’s ok

for me not to be the same.

There are vampires,demons, angels, and werewolves.

As for me,

I’m my own special type of breed.