Red Goblin

Nineteen years have gone by,

And I can't recount the times I've slammed the door, shouted, whined, and cried out loud

Until every window in my house felt like they were going to shatter.

I have a temper and it's as easy as that.

Don't be fooled by the exterior of my shell,

A small frame given and a sweet face feigned. 

Deep inside there's a lion, a tiger, a monster that's creeping in thy blood of mine.

It boils with rage and cools with solace. 

If you peel away my skin, 

I wouldn't be so pretty, would I?

Look at me red, raw, and dripping with liquid.

I'm vulgar, I'm foul, and I'm disgusting. 

Leave. 

I've said enough.