Monsters

"There's a monster hiding in the mirror. When I lean closer she comes nearer. She looks deep into my eyes and sees the fear. 'Hush baby hush', she whispers, 'you're the only one who that knows I'm here'."
                                                                                         - a voice who saw the monster in the mirror

People do terrible terrible things. People do things young children have nightmares of. They do things we fear till the day we die.

The common misconception is that only monsters do these terrible things. People want to believe somebody could never do something horrid because they aren't monsters. Only monster could. No human could ever. They are monsters. Not because of what they did. They were always monsters.

Cellar rats. They're there. If you open the door to the cellar suddenly they won't have time to hide, and you'll watch scatter and try to pretend they weren't there and weren't seen. If you make  noise coming down, they will have hidden before you turn on the light.

The monsters have very good hearing. They hide. They hide behind something it knows you won't suspect. It hides behind something pretty and attractive, that way it can continue to hurt things and you'll let it. It hides behind the human face. 

We are afraid of monsters. They make us tremble. There is nothing more terrifying then seeing there's one in the mirror. Nothing more terrifying than seeing a monster feed on hatred and the realize that we provided the hatred. We keep the monster alive. We allow it to consume us, control us, and then we allow ourselves to become the monster.

Then we want to believe we are the only monster. Only we can see it, so all the others will never know. Where too busy pretending we don't hate and love the beast we see in the mirror. We're too busy thinking we'e fooled everyone around us. We're too busy thinking that they think we're one of them. We don't realize that the monster is excepted because the only ones there to judge the hideousness are beasts.

But if we ever come to this realization, we forget our reflection. We forget that we're wearing masks. All we can do is fixate on the hideous monster we just saw. And we're scared. We realize we live in a world with monsters. We realize that monsters hurt people. We remember we're scared of the monsters.

It's not until people scream and point when they see our true faces that we're reminded of the skin we were wearing before. We're reminded of the monster we are. We hurt people. 

All we can do is except the monster. We tell ourselves all monsters do what we do and that the monster is who we are. The people we hurt don't matter anymore. We live in the world of monsters now with people being little pests.

The monster is delusional. They imagine the people. They think it's okay because they aren't hurting their own. There are no people, only monsters. Monsters hurt each other. They think it's fun. 

Don't stop monster. The monster is scary. The monster is evil. The monster will hurt you. The monster will kill you. You don't need to fear other monsters though. You only need to fear the one. The one in the mirror. 

Other monsters can kill you, hurt you, love you. This one is so much worse. This one can be you. You are the most powerful weapon at a monster's disposal. This monster, this monster in the mirror, this monster only wants to grow. It's a  different monster for all of us.

Each monster is fueled by a unique  hatred, which deforms it in some way. The monster is our purity, all of them have been hideously deformed. We thought the monsters lived in the closet. We thought that at a certain age we could stop fearing them. We thought they never left the closet. But monsters need to hunt, stretch their legs. They step out. People see the monsters, not just us when we look in the mirror.

The monsters aren't a force within us. Everything good in us isn't us. We want to believe that the monsters are just a small part within us. The good, that's just the smallest element within the monster. The monster wears a mask. The mask is made of light, it looks like a human face. But light doesn't always reflect the same way. When we look in the mirror, we can see what really lies beneath the skin.

We believe that only the monsters do bad things. We're all monsters though. We just need to look at our reflections.

What monster do you see in the mirror.