I knew I was damned from the start,abused and broken by society,because of you I can no longer go on resisting. resisting this monster you made of me. My devious mind raced with thoughts as my body pulsed with thriving anticipation,and my smile widened to reveal bleached sharp white teeth. Ha! What a monster you have made of me.
I would rage each night,taking a knife and slashing the corners of my once lovely dresser. I would throw pillows at the wall,cut my wrists and bleed,scream and cry in vanity. This is the monster you made of me.
You judge not based on actions but on content such as worth,wealth,and style. People say kill or be killed,in my opinion I can't tell which I would rather do. Society thinks it is wrong,but I welcome Death as an old friend with a smile on my face,happily accepting either outcome of surviving or not. Calm and silent with a deadly approach. Now do you see?! Do you see the monster you made of me?!
