The Monster They Made Me A Family's Reckoning

Because I could always see monsters, Mom and Dad locked me in a psychiatric hospital.

Through the window, with red-rimmed eyes, they promised, "When you get better, we'll bring you home."

To go home sooner, I desperately swallowed those pills that made me stupid—until I overdosed, foaming at the mouth.

When my soul drifted back to that home, I saw my younger sister win a big prize using the monsters I had drawn, and Mom and Dad were smiling proudly beside her.

They were happy.

But I became a real monster.