I came from nothing and made something out of an existence riddled of persecution and contempt. All I ever tried to give my family was the gift of me – a true benefit for a small-minded bunch closed off from the real world. Equally unbalanced are the women that flock to my fortune like flies on a hog, and easily am I able to dismantle their pathetic existence like unwrapping a gift. I take these gifts and use them solely for the benefit they each are worthy enough to provide, and then stomp them under my feet when the expiration of my choosing unfolds. My sisters have always been nothing but jealous of me, and it registers in their undying devotion of making me out to be some kind of monster. Truly, it is jealousy of the kingdom I have been able to create while all they do is pro-create, and mindlessly open their lives to the control of a man just as many of an ex-wife from my past opened herself to me. I know all there is to know about human behavior and secretly plan each weaklings demise. Pathetic people do not deserve an existence.
Note from Dreamer: This is just a sketch and only a sketch that was required of me to do for a creative writing class and leave it to me to pick a sociopath to sketch. All statements made above are fictional and please don't freak out on me and stick scissors in my ear while I am sleeping. Thank you and sweet dreams!
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