"MESS THINGS UP"
by D. M. Larson
Why do I
always do this? Why do I always Mess things up.
something good then I ruin it.
I always have
to go and spoil things for people. I just try to have a little fun... but... I
don't know when to stop. I keep playing... like a little kid who tells a funny
joke over and over. They keep saying it 'cause it was funny once so it should
be funny a bunch of times. Then when it's not funny any more, they don't know
how to quit. They keep trying, hoping it will still be funny. They keep on
joking until someone gets mad and... hurts you.
playing games. I can't stop.
I always hurt
someone. My daddy left because of me.
He did. I
found a letter he wrote my mama. He said he didn't want to be tied down by a
Mama said it
was for the best.
But I ran Mama
off too. She had better things to do than to sit around playing my games.
And I'm still
playing my little games. I should have listened to you. You got a good head.
You stopped playing games when you were two or three I bet. Adults always like
you... Me? I get 'em to like to hate me. Get 'em so worked up they want nothing
but to have me gone.
admit, I do it well.
to control her crying)
you've got better things to do than listen to me.
I wanna be
alone okay? Please ... Go. Run far away... Like everyone else.
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|Art by Shiela Larson|