When I was young, the other me first appeared. I was brutally, and I mean brutally bullied, throughout school. Even as a little girl of 7. Well once I hit my pre-teens that's when it went from terrible to worse. And a huge part of the bullying was how ugly I am. I mean, the fact that i'm ugly was litterally beaten into me by my peers, and I'm not using the word litterally wrong here. I mean, they would beat me up and chant at me how disgusting i was. You hear about those kids commiting suicide due to bullies? I was one of those kids, but I survived it and I never made the news. And that was before things like Facebook were even imagined.

Anyway, the other me appeared. I said on the outside I was a monster, but a beauty lived inside that no one could see. If beauty existed on the outside, people would leave me alone, but monster was the outside person and no one can ever see beauty. She's like a ghost of me. Also monster is personality, not just looks, because people get annoyed and bored of me very easy. I used to write poems about it (I used to write poems a lot,) but at some point beauty and monster reconciled.

I don't see me as monster any more, or beauty either. It's just me and other me.