Ms. Grumpy's Ghost

I try so hard not to unleash Ms. Grumpy because I know that she's mean, heartless, cruel, rude and everything devilish. She's the "The Devil Wears Prada" kind of person, she doesn't wear Prada though (she can't afford it). Her thoughts are frequent visitors of my peaceful and happy mind. She haunts like a ghost from the past. If you could see her eyes, they are beautiful but deceitful like her smile. She is a charmer and a killer. 

I met her in my early teenage life. She is very ambitious and she thinks highly of herself. She feeds on weak people. She devours them like a piece of cake. When she talks, she talks- she doesn't think about other people's feelings. Her words can pierce like an arrow to your soul. When she walks in a room, she knows people stare at her and though she knows they don't like her, that they stare because they are afraid of her next move, she loves it. She loves the thought that she has this effect on people. She liked being bad.  

Years have passed since I last saw her. People grew up and chose different paths.  People learned from their mistakes. When people age, they know the advantage of being nice and good, it's nice to be loved and praised rather than being judged and hated.

But what happened to Ms Grumpy? Did she age gracefully? Did she learn from her mistakes? Honestly... I don't think so. Once in a while, I can hear her voice echo in my mind. I can hear her footsteps. She's just out there lurking, waiting for a chance to come back and avenge herself for being kept in the deep dark meadows of my mind.