Dsmp Short Stories

Body

~Angst~


Sometimes I hate how I am, sometimes I want to look like everyone else but that doesn't happen. I just want to be normal not have my face two different colors.

Why am I like this? 

When I look into the mirror I see a monster, sharp claws, teeth and eyes that stare into your soul. I see myself as a monster while other's see me as a friend but I am no friend.

I am a monster, this is what I tell myself..

As my eyes gaze into the mirror my mind starts to race and fill with thoughts of how I am and what I am. Tears form at the corner of my eyes and they start to burn against my skin as they slide down my cheeks. I don't mind it though, I deserve it.

Every scar, every wound, every tear, every burn. I deserve all of it but sometimes I like myself, sometimes I love myself and that is when I am happy but other times. I am scared that I will turn into something that I hate the most.

That would be a monster. 

I am scared of people calling me a monster, I am scared that my sides would come out.

But I look at him and he melts everything away, I feel loved when I am with him. 

So maybe, just maybe, this body isn't bad after all.