Throne of a Monster

Look at me.

Am I not a monster
In your perfect little eyes?

Am I not the devil
Sat on my throne of pretense?

No?

Then you are blind I say,
Blind to the dangers.

Look at them.

I warned you
Of my accidental power.

Now you all scour.

No words can correct this,
Everything I did.

It's broken.

And now I'm probably
Making a bigger deal out of this than I should.

It's what I do.

Now look at me with your new eyes.

Am I a monster?