A Monsters point of view.

You look down on me with disgust. I look in the mirror and I see a strong individual that did what they had to do and feels no inch of remorse. And no amount of looks you shot at me, or bullet like words aimed in my direction will ever change that.

It took me years to build up my courage, to fashion my nerves into steel.

Yet you call the scum of the earth and wish you never knew me. While at least now I know who my friends are.

Sat behind bars, in an six by eight room, it gives you time to think, to remember. I use my time wisely to remind myself that I am in here because I am a hero to some people, and a monster to others. I remind myself that the scream that keeps me up at night was for a good cause. The endless blood on my hands is from a bad man. The face behind my eyelids, was the same face that would creep into my daughters bedroom at night.

I use my time to remind myself I am in here, so she can be out there happy, healthy and unafraid of the dark.