The Monsters.

Can we hide the monster?

The creature whose ugly head we cannot

Let be seen.

 

We know the consequences,

We know the hurt it will cause,

Not only to ourselves, but to those we call our loved ones.

 

Can they see the monster?

Of course they can, the monster is visible to all the world,

If only you look for it.

 

Your fears feed it,

Give it the will to control your mind,

Give it good cause to continue its infestation.

 

It is like a terminal disease,

Once you have been infected,

You will never be pure again.

 

What do we call this monster?

Monster is simply a description which most adequately fits;

It has a name, a name which is most unique to the owner.

 

What is its name?

Its name is what you want it to be,

Its name is what you need it to be.

 

For some it is greed,

For others it is jealousy,

For others still it is the fear of failure.

 

Or so they claim it to be.

What they do not realize is that

There is never only one monster,

 

The monster does not travel alone,

It travels in packs,

Like starving wolves searching for their next victim.

 

We all share the same monsters,

We all share the same fears,

And search for the same solutions, if only different in our minds.

 

Lies, cheats, deceptions,

Our true selves recognizes these as the cures for the disease,

The disease of the monsters.

 

Our true selves care not for the welfare of others,

We know no boundaries, there is nothing that is beyond us,

When we are our true selves.

 

Our loved ones are non-existent,

If they are hurt, they are simply classified as

Casualties of the war for happiness.

 

The monsters are born within our true selves,

They do not invade from another host body,

They are born within our very soul,

 

And infests out bodies.

Our very nature is monstrous,

We are evil, villainous creatures,

 

No matter how we paint the portrait of ourselves.

Our conscious hides this true nature,

Hides it for the good of the whole,

 

But what is the whole?

From birth we are taught that the nation,

The world,

 

People are the whole.

But are we really all whole?

We are not a wholesome species,

 

We fight wars for the monsters we hide within us,

We kill each other for the lack of understanding,

We use violence when we know not how to negotiate.

 

Does this make us whole?

No, it divides us,

Tears us apart from the inside out,

 

Forces us to use the monsters within us to survive,

Because happiness is not happiness,

Happiness is survival,

 

Survival of your soul,

Survival of your mind to the desires you cannot quench,

The desires which rip your soul to pieces.

 

Alas, the monsters have yet another alias.

Desires. We desire to be

Wealthy, loved, powerful, part of something greater than ourselves.

 

No, we do not wish to be Gods,

For we fear the responsibility of Gods,

We fear the responsibilities of humanity.

 

The vice of our monsters is simply this.

Responsibility. Responsibility for our actions,

For our thoughts, for our lives.

 

We have but one fear,

One fear which prevents us from succumbing to the will of the monsters,

This fear of responsibility.

 

We do not see it as a consequence,

We so not see it as punishment,

We see it as what we should strive to be,

 

What we should be without the monsters,

We should be able to be responsible,

To put away our weapons of lies and deception,

 

And to take forth to the path to love,

Peace, care,

A path extinct of monsters.

 

This, this is what we wish to be,

But this is not what we use our lives to become.

We use our lives to succumb to the desires of our souls,

 

To feed our unconscious.

We are all selfish, uncaring evil creatures,

This is the story of our lives, no matter how hard we try to suppress it.