The Consequence of Free Will: Choosing

Monster, demon, destroyer, defiler!
No you are normal. Disregard him, he speaks lies!
Please stop yelling! You two are so loud I can’t think!

You know me to be the voice of truth. Have I been wrong before?
He may be right about some things, but in your case he is wrong.
He is right about so much, all of his little whispers. Why would he be wrong now?

A sensible thought from such an abhorrent creature as I have ever known.
What makes him so detestable then? What logic have you to back your rhetoric?
I would like to know as well. I do agree that I am abhorrent and grotesque, but a monster?

You wallow in the filth of your own making, and take pleasure in your self pity.
But he has risen above many times. He fights to keep himself above ground.
I always fall again though. How does this make me a monster though?

You seek self gratification through your perceived suffering. Do you really even feel misery?
But he fights to ascend from the chase that most men aspire. He is trying.
What if all of my depression and pain was all just my mind trying to get sympathy or attention? What kind of sick creature am I? Feeding off the love and care of others.

You even see the way out of this cycle of pain and pleasure. Yet you lack the will to strive for it.
He has tried. The weight on his shoulders is impossibly large and weighs him down.
But I try to help others! When I see someone spinning on the wheel I try my best to help them rise above! I can save them.

No, you cannot. My prophecy to you is that you will never save another soul, not even your own.
He..
Even the little voice speaking confidence has not a word to say? Am I really so useless?

You are far from useless. Monsters have a purpose too. Monsters hurt so others can heal and rise above. Your purpose is to cause pain and in turn feel it.
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Such a wanton reason for existence, but if a monster is what I am then pain is all I deserve.

Those words you here whispering are not accusations, they are what describes you. Accept them and realize that you are a belligerent beast.
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I can here them. They are all around me. I must be a demon by their descriptions. All the hurt I have caused and all I will cause.

Let them consume you. They are you. Become them and realize your true potential.
Wait..
I hear laughter. But it is so faint. Who is laughing? Is it me? Or someone else?

It’s the part of your mind that knew you were a monster before you did. He is laughing at the irony.
Wait!
I see. This abyss, I need only step forward and be consumed in my point for being.

Yes, just step forward and become what you were always meant to be.
Wait! You have a choice. Snap out of it. You choose who you are, it is not predetermined.
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Stop! Jump over already! Hurry!
Shut it! Move away from there quickly!
Both of you stop yelling. I can hear you just fine. It is my choice, so I will choose on my own.

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I do not want to be a monster. So, I will try my hardest not to be, and that is all I can really do.