They say that monsters don't have feelings. Monsters do not love. Monsters are not capable.
Do they know what it is like to be a monster? Have they seen the world through a monster's eyes, heart and soul?
A monster feels an endless void inside. Nothing seems to fill it. An endless yawning pit of darkness. Monsters do not fear nor harbor an affinity for this darkness. Monsters do not know pain. Or pleasure. They cannot see, but they cannot be seen either.
A monster is forever condemned to feel numbness in its heart. For if it cannot be seen, it cannot be known. And if it is not known, then how is it supposed to feel, other than... alone?
how is it supposed to cry when it doesn't feel sad? how is it supposed to be happy when it doesn't feel loved?
How does it feel loved when no one will give it a chance?