I Am a Monster

All lifelines, no matter how deluded, will never measure to the sheer amount of infinity I've compressed. It's not like I wanted to be this way, but to be honest, I've never really wanted anything. If society as a whole was to examine the ba<x>se core of my way of life, maybe they'd stop calling me insane? Perhaps. But I've amassed wonders and thoughts that not even creation itself could possibly conceive. Of course, existence has a justified reason to be afraid. Isn't it a valued nature of life to be scared of what you don't understand. I've carved horrendous, ungodly things into my body in order to justify a life that doesn't exist. I even removed the need to be. Does that make me a monster? Maybe. Nevertheless, I'm ready to accept anything. As long as it has a reason. I'm ready to accept I'm a monster... Just give me an excuse...