I am a monster.
I am the girl with eyeshadow beneath her eyes and dark purple lipstick slapped messily along her mouth.
I am the monster with long, bright cuts along her neck because she got angry and she hated everything that's inside, inside this prison, inside of herself.
I tried to escape, but I'm just a little more stuck.
I am the monster who tells the boy in the basketball shorts to f*** off, because he doesn't know better; he doesn't know me.
He doesn't know what I can do.
The monster may not have power within people, but she has power within herself.
She will rise above all, with her dark purple lips and sunken eyes and moles along the side of her neck and cheek.
I am beautifully and evilly crafted, and the darkness of my heart resonates with the steadiness of the gongs.
I am the monster who knows you better, who knows your each and every move, because she has never stopped watching you since the moment you walked through the door, but everyone has stopped watching her.
I am a monster, the monster.
And chaos has come again.