I am a monster,
and everyone knows it. I can feel them looking at me out of the corners of their eyes. They see me shake in their peripherals, my grotesque, animal body fighting against it’s forced, human form. The hairs stand up on the backs of their necks because they feel the danger I exude take their heart in it’s cold fist. When we are face-to-face, though, they fake friendly banter and cheesy smiles. They pretend to care about me when in reality all they are is scared.
Do not trust me, I am out of control. I do not know how to reign the darkness, it is larger than me. I have a weak soul and a weak mind. To say it is easy for my other side to take over would be an understatement in the highest degree. At the strike of a match I am not Beauty, but The Beast. My teeth elongate into needle-point daggers and my silver tongue slithers inside of my mouth. I salivate for the prey.. I am disgusting with my hunting eyes and my blood-thirtsy gut.
I feed off of other people’s pain, but when I change back into this weakling, human girl, I am left feeling all the more empty. More pieces of my heart are missing. I am a puzzle of jagged pieces made from steel and Swiss cheese. I am incomplete, but the monstrous DNA lays dormant in the cracks and holes of me.
I am a monster, and everyone knows it. Do not trust me.
