I'm used to being called a monster. I heard it so much that it etched itself into my heart. A monster, an abomination, a traitor...You'd think that the excruciating pain I get from my curse would be the worst consequence I got, but you'd be wrong. What hurts the most are those words uttered to me by disgruntled and disappointed people, those I hurt when I didn't mean to, and those I hurt on purpose. It's the fact I would be rejected wherever I went, unable to form relationships, unable to find people who care about me....finding relief by being of service and helping others. I'm used to being called a monster...but I am sick of hearing it, sick of believing it... sick of hurting because of it.
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