Monster

Monsters are cold and ruthless.

Nobody likes monsters. Their whole purpose is to destroy as much as they can.

Stolen as a child, and raised into a perfect, perfect family. Stand up tall, smile, and don't cause trouble. It wouldn't have mattered either way. Silver tongue.

Never once did I spend a day without even a little mischief.

Nothing was right; I wasn't who they said I was. The betrayal I dished out so fervently pierces into my heart and destroyed everything I knew to be true.

Was I ever good? Was I always the enemy? Am I supposed to be a monster? It hurts; I still feel. Monsters don't feel pain, do they?

The disappointed looks and cold sky blue evidence glares me down and freezes my soul.

I don't feel like a monster.

But if a monster is what they want, then a monster is what they'll get.

Until my dying breath.