Monster Monologue

Looking at a picture of familiar face makes me wonder, how these obvious details so clear to me are blurred in others eyes. Some might see his face as beautiful, while the image stabs my eyes with knives. A pain. A pain that has grown with time. A pain that doesn’t disappear. The picture of this man doesn’t depict what he has done to our family, it doesn’t convey how he threw us away for a materialistic want. His eyes are shallow. Is he human? Does he show love for anything other than the monster that has overtaken his life? Dredging through his existence does he show remorse? No. He lets the monster rule him. He let the monster take him away. He led the monster to our home to take him from his bed. He loves his monster like a child loves his mother, the way he should love our …show more content…
They are shallow, selfish, soulless, sucking anger out from my very core. His lips no longer make me think of wise words, but rather lengthy lies. His ears no longer open but closed. What once was a witty wonderful man, is now a ugly person with no will to live. How can he do this to me? How can he let his sister down and sacrifice her sanity to serve the monster? In all of this, I think I have come to the conclusion, that the monster is not the drugs, The monster is my brother. His selfish want has consumed the once loved brother and now nothing is left. This picture of my brother right after he jumped off the cliff into a valley of selfishness makes me sick to my stomach. The anger consumes me as the selfishness consumed him. I know it is not right to feel this anger but, I can not help it. It makes me wonder if he was born into that world. Maybe he could not help but be selfish. Although I like to believe that it was his fault that he sold himself to the monster of greed, there is a chance that it was his destiny. Maybe it was his destiny that beckoned him to leave. In that case is it right for me to be angry at