As real as it seems,
I awaken only from dreams.
But the events were real,
as the story tellers reveal.
Of my exploits I am told,
my behavior uncontrolled.
Do I trust my memories,
or are these treacheries?
By description I am cruel,
but how are these actions fueled.
I must find the root,
to find why I am a brute.
I have committed crimes,
oh so many times.
But my will seeks relief,
and looks on in disbelief.
This behavior I disapprove,
the cause I must remove.
This strain is horrendous,
and my torture endless.
I must find a teacher,
or perhaps even a preacher.
The answer I must find,
or my fate is assigned.
I searched this for years,
and fought through many fears.
Only to find in the end,
the answers were within.
The monsters do exist,
and the funny twist.
Is that I am incomplete,
unless the monsters meet.