Mothers in the eyes of the world were perfect. They could do nothing, not a single thing to harm the child and in every case, her mother was no different. She was beaten day after day for the most mundane things. She was framed, blamed and defamed by the so-called sweet words of her mother. She began to change, her sweet ways now wicked. The world which once had colour was now black and white in her eyes. She closed up, moving as far away as she could from anyone and anything.
She
seeked comfort from herself or anyone willing to give all because of her mother. She masked her imperfections because no one would want to see it said her mother. She buried all her problems because no one would want to hear it including her mother. She changed. To the eyes of the people she was a beast. A beast created by her mother. She cried for help but couldn’t be heard over the deceptive smile of her mother. She stopped trying because all her efforts seemed to go in vain. She finally changed. She became the people’s image of her because suddenly she couldn’t care less. She became what her mother taught her to be but obviously, this wont satisfy her mother. She became a beast to her own mother. She became a menace all because of the teachings of her mother. Her
mask
slipped on occasion and with hope, she called out for help again but who would hear it over the sweet words of her mother. Her masked slipped all the time now but only out of anger. She acted out of fear, hatred and revenge. She eventually became confused. Why would she be a beast? Weren’t this the teachings of her mother? She would never know because her mother was gone now and all that’s left
is a shadow of her mother.
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