Monsters

Folklore and under our beds is where monsters lived. Went a little further and featured in our nightmares on those bad nights. Some of us, or at least most of us found comfort in believing that monsters didn't exist, life was easier like that. That it was all tell and tale. So when we woke up in the morning with scars, bleeding, it had to be anything else but imaginary beasts. So we blamed everything and everyone else. At the end of the day, the capacity to hold blame and guilt was most massive within ourselves. So the spectrum shifted. It was us. We were to blame. So slowly, the world wasn't scary for monsters anymore. They didn't exist afterall. So they crawled out from under our bed and from our nightmares into our lives. They became family, we fell in love with them, they became friends, they became the society. They grew ferocious and developed appetite. They became invincible, they didn't exist anyway so. So they emotionally and verbally and sexually and physically clawed at us. But monsters didn't exist so, I got raped because of how I dressed, i got beat up because I wasn't good enough, I got called names because I was everything they said I was. I was to blame. Monsters didn't exist. And time went by and they morphed into supremacy. So they went crazy and I went home, into bed drenched in blood, scars beating. But baby, monsters don't exist, but why are the scars real, why is there blood taste on my tongue, why am I crying from this pain?

So we grew up, and they grew too, more invincible, more superior. How dare you, a grown man still be hang up on such childish whispers? You couldn't mention them now, it was all fairly your fault at this point. You control your life, you determine your happiness, you determine your life, they said. But ,but these monsters are still here. So they claw and bite, and we became better at hiding the scars. Adulting became about fighting demons and how good you are at hiding the battle wounds, how much more okay you seemed over the rest. Who were you gonna tell that you met a monster in the alley? Who was going to believe you? Family, a safe haven they said, was home to monsters now. They waited for us everyday to feed. Called us names, beat us up, made life impossible. But going out wasn't safe either, monsters resided there too. The police, guardians of the society got infested too. You couldn't tell anyone about anything. You're a grown up now no?

But we're creating a society. A wave of believers, so to say a people with the gift to discern. And I shall bestow it upon you in the following words.
Monsters isn't me being figurative or metaphorical. And when I said morphed, I also meant shape shifted. Monsters became people. People that cause pain. Rapists, Thieves, Liars(keep an open mind about liars for the next article), people that abuse and everyone else who ever did anything that hurt you. And no, there are no excuses. Some of these we call people are our lovers, family and friends. But there is no backstage pass just because. No one, and I mean no one, doesn't matter if it's your mom or your sister or your husband, no one should hurt you and neither do you deserve to be scarred. Maybe punished sexually if you're into that kinda thing and as a clear consequence of wrong you do and yet still, it shouldn't leave you in pain. It's not your fault that bad things happen to you, there's an infestation of monstrosities. You should see that. You should see that they are monsters for the things they did. You should see that you're a monster for the things you did. It's okay to forgive yourself. It's alright to acknowledge that they are wrong. It's only fair that you forgive them and cut them off. It's only fair that you heal.
Humans are horrible monstrosities.

If someone treats you badly, recognize that there is something wrong with them, not you. Normal people don't go around destroying other people.