Thursday, April 1, 2010

Dear You,

You are the reason I live in fear. You are the monster in the dark. You are the evil so evil that you infect others with it, until they become as twisted and ugly as yourself.

What must I do to escape you?

I tried running, but you found me again, you contaminate me like a black ink stain on white paper. Nowhere am I safe from you.

Always, always vigilant. Always wary, never trusting. Because of you. You taught me the pain and the shame and the self-loathing that soaks me so deep I can’t wash it away. I cover it up, big smile, act human, but inside…I am so ugly. A near-perfect reflection of you. You taught me so well.