my mom has created a monster.
her voice. her temper. her hands. they were all evident with this monster. the monster has acquired all the traits i dreaded. it is making my life hard because it frightens me on what the monster can do.
in my growing years, i have prayed for the monster to die. to stop living so i can live peacefully with people around me. but, it was difficult. it has been nourished by my mom's shouts and constant domineering ways. i hated her ways but it only fed the monster's hunger.
now, i'm shadowed by the monster. because that shadow comes from me.