Childhood Tales

Do you remember the stories we were told as kids?
About evil monsters and witches.
Vile characters with wounds and stitches.

When we all sat near the fire.
And we listened to our parents tell us the stories.
Like the story of an evil witch.

That used to be a normal human like all of us,
The story of an evil monster.
Who wasn't actually always one.

It used to be a pure creature,driven to do evil by pain.
By trauma or a painful stain.
The way people treated him for it.

And the names they would give it.
And for what?
Whose fault is it really?

Maybe all of them started out pure.
As angels,saints.
And made to look evil by the evil impure.

Like when the witch was a normal human.
But she wasn't accepted by anyone at all.
She was kicked out of society.

Given her one big fall.
Maybe the monster was once a pure being.
With wings made of gold.

Maybe it wasn't always shown as evil.
But maybe people did things wrong.
Causing for the character to feel regret and pain.

And get trauma,a hard to get off stain.
Maybe they are people who couldn't heal.
And people would treat them differently or negatively.

And so they would begin to feel the negativity sinking in.
As it makes us do things otherwise we just wouldn't.
As people kept breaking in.

And disrespecting the harsh or painful truth.
Maybe they called him names.
And ignored all the truths.

It's like an endless loop.
Someone gets hurt,they hurt all over again.
But what will you really gain?

And who is it to blame?
That is why you never judge the book by its cover.
Even a criminal was once full of color.

I just wish we could break this loop.
Maybe by the help of a brave troop.
Comfort them and bring them soup.

And we might end this loop.
One day,there will be understanding and peace.
And the firm hold will release.