Monsters.

Monsters. What do we do to them?

We persecute them in courts. We lock them up in prisons. We put them away for good.

What if the true monsters are not the ones we lock away but the ones that continue to roam freely? The ones who never got caught? The ones who will never get caught?

They are the ones living amongst us in plain sight, staying in our homes and sleeping in our beds. There is no prison cell that can contain them because in the eyes of the law, they did not commit any crime. They continue to rule the prison cells they built because their prisoners have no choice but to remain submissive towards their aggression.

The prison cells they call their ‘family’.

The prisoners can ask for help but institutions can never fully interfere in the familial matters. The truth is, institutions, they can’t do much to help. They could but once they do, it would have been too late. The damage done would be irreversible and that’s the sad truth. Some prisoners refuse to accept their fate and fight back to make a change. Then there’s the majority…the ones who accepts their fate and refuse to ask for help. No one can help them but themselves and yet they choose not to.

They choose to accept their fates. They choose not to fight back. They choose to give up.

On one hand, we have the monsters and on the other we have the willing prisoners. It’s a match made in heaven. The perfect crime. How do you make a change if you have a perpetrator and a willing victim? You can’t. Its unfair but there is nothing you can do. I hate it. But that’s the way it is.

Funny thing is, these monsters that roam freely, they have a choice to change for the better.

Their fates are not sealed. And when they do, what are the prisoners supposed to feel? Forgiveness? Welcome them with open arms? No. They don’t. Yet the world deems them as the monsters when they choose not to do so. The world doesn’t know the truth. The whole truth. Yet they are so quick to judge who is wrong for not choosing forgiveness. Why?

Time can be a very hateful thing.

At a certain point in time, these monsters remain monsters. But when they start to ‘change’, we are perceived as the monsters for condemning them. The line between right and wrong seems to be constantly changing. We seemingly become the monsters instead. Why can’t bad people just stay bad. Things would just be so much easier.