Day 33: Monsters

I wish there was a way to describe my thoughts in a way that pulled beauty from this situation, but instead-I must focus on the ugly..because that is what’s of importance here.

I suppose I never really thought about how far a person would go to be malicious, or the possibility that all along they never actually had any stopping point..or rather, the fact of it.

It reminds you of the times that they put their hands on you, didn’t stop when you begged them to, or were absolutely cruel.

The way their voice dripped with toxicity, and nastiness, how it seemed like at times they almost enjoyed it-the stuff of nightmares.

That the villains in the stories your parents told you were real, and they were just as scary as they seemed on paper.

At the time, you thought that they just had an inner battle inside of them that they couldn’t face or that they were really struggling with.

But, then when you see it happening from the outside..you realize that they were that cruel and terrible person all along.

That, they aren’t the only one-but that there are multiple people in this world that are just here to show you that we unfortunately need bad people in the world so we can recognize the good.

That..there are truly some beyond help-and are the things you read about in horror stories-if not worse than even your own imagination can drum up.

I wish I could be mad. I think I was, initially.

But, anger rises and falls, and over time it extinguishes.

What I feel isn’t anger, it is finality.

Finally.