Confess to me...

[MommyAlien]

"Den-Mother! How are you feeling? We are glad you are alive and well!"

Is it bad to say I do not feel the same?

Those days in prison have changed me as a person.

I still see her face when I close my eyes.

I feel so...numb.

I gave birth the day of my release, two beautiful children to add to our family of six.

Yet when I looked at their faces...I did not feel anything. 

They scream for their mother, yet I can't preform as one.

Where did I go wrong.

When fighting and bloodshed is the only thing that makes me feel alive.

To see fear in their eyes.

It brings me satisfaction.

Even after I was given freedom...I truly never left that cell.

I am now a prisoner in my own mind.
I find myself repeating my mothers last words.

"I am fine."