Monster

When most people look in the mirror they don't like what they see; pimples, greasy, skin, and a crooked nose. When I look in the mirror, I both loathe and fear who I see.
The Monster that is me.
This Monster doesn't hurt the civilians or threaten the authorities. This monster resides not in closets or under beds. This monster is not slimey or covered in warts. This monster does not smell like sludge or reside in a swamp.
This Monster has pimples, greasy skin, and a crooked nose. This Monster lives among the civilians. This Monster resides in human skin and wears normal clothes. This Monster has only one victim - herself.
This Monster resides in my soul.
This Monster's victim is me.
I am this Monster and my victim is myself.
Life and death.
Creation and destruction.
Dwelling as one.

written by Julia Anne Elizabeth
at 5:40 in the morning of January 14th, 2010