BECOMING WHAT I ONCE FEARED

Nothing hurts more than hurting the one you love in anger. I grew up around short tempers, harsh words, and sharp reactions, and I was always the one on the receiving end. For most of my life, that pain followed me like a shadow.

I wanted to run away from it. From the words they used. From the anger. From the way love was mixed with fear.

But I never realised something important. I am one of them. I am part of them. Slowly, without noticing, I became what I feared the most. The same tone. The same temper. The same way of treating the people I love.

I hurt someone I care about without meaning to, without even realising it at first, and that was the moment I couldn’t look away from myself. The way I speak. The way I laugh. The way I react. It all comes from them.

The monster I wanted to run from isn’t chasing me anymore. It was growing inside me. I am becoming the very thing I once feared.

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