WHAT THE HELL?

MONSTERS

You want to know where monsters come from? You make them.
You make them out of lonely people you won’t speak to, out of homeless people you look away from, out of abused children and beggars and the ugly and the mentally ill. You make them out of those you shun, laugh at, point at, make fun of, spit on, call names, and beat up.
You turn lonely kids into deadly adults who have no idea how to have a “normal” emotion, who domineer and ultimately destroy both you and those you care about. You turn them into over-achievers who can never be satisfied because they can never forget the taunting and inadequacy they’ve suffered. You teach them to say absolutely anything to be accepted, then wonder why they cheat you.
You turn heroes into street people; soldiers, parents, grandparents - who do you think these homeless people are? They’re the ones you kicked out. They’re the ones you resent providing health coverage for, crappy shelter, food stamps. They’re the ones you can’t be bothered to help or even visit. Where do you think they’ll go? And who do you think they blame? You’re surprised they steal from you? Really?
You torture people with rumor and innuendo. The chubby girl who always eats alone, the family you cut off, the friends who weren’t any advantage to you. You brushed people off because they got a divorce or declared bankruptcy or got cancer. But when they commit suicide, trying to end the suffering and isolation, you condemn them for that, too.
You want to know where monsters come from? You are the monsters.