Monsters

  When children wake from a nightmare crying and scared because of the monsters in their dreams; their parents rush to their bedside to assure them and comfort them that there is no such thing as monsters. I disagree.

Reading the newspaper and watching the news we often hear of violent beatings, rapes and  sadistic torture leading to the deaths of adults as well as young innocent children. The people responsible for these heinous acts...are they not monsters? I think so.

Now, because there's two sides to every story, I'm curious. What happened to that person who was once a pure innocent child as we all were, which molded them into the sick twisted monster they've become to commit acts so violent? They sure as hell  must have had a very rough life and you may argue, "But haven't we all?" True.   

Maybe things go deeper than our closed minds will let us see. In that dark mind, behind those evil eyes is a truth that will answer all the whys. 

Please understand that by dissecting this kind of situation I am by no means saying it's ok. I'm only pointing out that this "monster" was probably a victim starting as far back as their first steps. They could have been beaten by their parent(s), molested by parents, family, friends of family, strangers, teachers or even all of the above. By then with not even an ounce of self esteem would probably attract bullies. Teenage years...forget about friends, dating and socializing. At this point in their life I think they would think of themselves as quite the piece of shit that was never meant to be born, loved or accepted. I think these years would be full of hate and resentment towards others and self, severe depression and suicidal tendencies. 

Now this "victim" becomes an adult, still trying to just fit in and lead a normal life. But I ask you , how could one just brush off all that abuse & lead a normal life?? I know, seek help, go to counseling, see a psychiatrist. Easier said than done. After being mentally, emotionally, psychologically, and physically abused your whole life by the people who are supposed to love you and be there for you...don't you think that you would lose trust in humanity? I know I would. 

Perhaps this "victim" did seek help. A sigh of relief. For once, surrounded by people who understand and are sincere in wanting to help. Finally. They attend therapy and counseling, see a psychiatrist and begin a regimen of medication that makes them feel "normal'. Things look promising. Maybe a job is lined up, friends are made along the way and a first relationship starts. Nice, isn't life grand.

How does that saying go? Oh yea...what goes up, must come down. First relationship, a meaningful one and friends also something new and cherished. What if the friends turn out to be liars and thieves, using and abusing trust. The relationship also falls apart, trust betrayed by cheating ways perhaps with a so called friend. Stressed and depressed, too much work missed leads to getting fired. Can't find another job, funds are running low. Eviction notice slips under the door. No money for medication, barley any food. Life has become shit again. Sleep is no escape as nightmares are a haunting reminder of a past that won't let go. 

Living on the streets now chained down to the rock at the bottom. Looked down upon in disgust has become the norm. Any change spared no longer goes for food but rather any kind of drugs that bring a temporary escape from this existence. A waste of skin, never meant to be.

One cold night, trying to find a shelter with a bed available. Rushing before the beds are all called for. A dark alley is a short cut which turns out to be the wrong way. Out of sight from the public surrounded by a gang. Spit upon and pushed around and laughed at. A big mistake on their end for this "victim" has reached the end of their rope, snaps and loses it. Role reversal, the victim becomes the predator. 

Moral of the story ~ Beat a dog long enough and it will attack