Questions of my sanity.

If I were a monster, would you care to tell me so? Could you love passed it? Would you wish me away or to death? Should I just leave you be, and leave me to monsterous me? If I hadn't hid so you could not see how terrible a world lives inside of me, would there be no question of my sanity? No answers without questions asked. I dread the day they come to pass, for if they do I fear that day will be our last.