abhorrence

Dear you,
       I'm disgusted...you are a monster. You think you're sneaky, you creep around trying to act as if you're not there but I know, I know you're there. I see little snippets of you every time words are spoken or acts are acted. I know you're present. You decieve and force the mind, tongue and body to do things that are out of the norm. You flare up like a putrid disease that goes away for a little bit but comes back with a biting stinging pain that is contagious and leads to so much pain and hurt that one can't help but scream and wrench in agony just dying to free oneself from your pain. You my sir, are a victimizer. You pick a victim and attack without thinking twice. You destroy the lives of so many by even the smallest things. The worst part of it all is that you make up these stories, you lie. You take something that could be so beautiful and pure and you maul it and twist it until it is so corrupt and misformed that you can't even see its original form. Relationships? Oh, you suck the life out of that too. With all the deceit, pain, lies and so much more how can it be normal? It just can't be my dear. One can spend the majority of their time striving to make it normal and healthy but once you enter the scene, you attack, you make one your victim, you attack, you decieve, you lie, you steal, you cheat, you cannot seem to make peace without first making war, you are a monster. I abhor you.
Morgan