A Letter to the Devil
A letter to the devil
There is a monster in my head. A monster that I locked up a long time ago, but he is like Einstein: smart enough to get out. To me he is like the devil, dark, black eyes and a blood, red skin. This monster in me is angry, really angry. And that is exactly my problem: anger. I can’t deal with it. Whenever I want to be angry at someone that I truly love from the bottom of my heart, I can’t. When the devil takes over my mind and my body, everything goes wrong. But I am part of that monster, he is a part of me. A part that I don’t like to show off, but when it happens I know the closest people to me stay. That, that is my illness.