Does the monster really live?

Does the monster really live
Or do our eyes convey much more
The monstrosity he sees himself? 
It’s what he thinks, for sure. 

What if all his feelings rage
And all this pain seeps out the pores?
In front of the mirror he sits and weeps
It all comes out in boils and roars.

He never knew what beauty was,
With big blue eyes that shone.
His dad so cold and showed no love,
All self-worth was gone.

Oblivious creator of this beautiful masterpiece
Abandoned without a thought.
Never gave him chance to feel,
Only hatred he had taught.

Such a different story though,
If he’d created him with love.
Now at peace this creation lives
With the angels up above.