Monologue from a work in progress...

*Author's note: I usually don't like monologues, but yet here is one. I guess in a sense they are unavoidable. 

Isn't it funny that we call it humanity,

when humans do such awful things?

I think so. 

I find it hilarious that we compare humanity with things such as valuing life and being a good person. Let me ask you this, did the man who murdered my mother spare her? Did my father spare all those he killed? What about every war, every genocide, ever mass killing caused by none other than humans? Does the blood of those who died still scream, "where is your humanity"? 

No. 

I think they very well know what humanity really is seeing those prime specimens in action.

If I have lost my humanity, I feel that is a good thing. I'll be the monster they created, because then at least, I will be only acting like a perfectly natural human.