“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”

You know what’s a monster? Well it is any creature that usually produce fear or physical harm by its appearance or actions. It is something evil or wrong. It’s an adjective used to describe a greedy person or a person who does horrible things.

You knew that every meaning of the word monster suits you. Yeah, you. You, who was so rude and an impolite way back on New Zealand. You, who always held your head high and thought of yourself as someone way above your classmates’ level. You, who loved seeing other people suffer. You, your selfish self who hate it when you’re the only one suffering. You, who bullied a lot of people before. You, who laugh while you watch the person you bullied cry. You, who smirked as you walked down the corridors of your school, as if you’re a queen and they’re all just dust on your way.

Admit it. You’re a monster. And as you cry on the bathroom floor at 2am, all those wrong things and sins you did came crashing down on you. They all torment you, showing you just how much a monster you are. You clawed on your arms, trying to physically hurt yourself. And as you saw blood seeping out your skin, the pain etching in your bones that you couldn’t feel at all, you finally realized.

No, you could never remove it. You could ne