Just a short thing I wrote to try to get some emotions out. It did help.
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It's all their fault.
Oh, don't act like those words haven't ran through your mind before. You must've not latched onto them as truth, though. Foolish of you. How very foolish.
It's their fault. All of it. I was fine, my life was fine. They did this. It's them, not me.
Don't turn your nose up to me like that. You think I'm a madman, don't you? Psycho? Crazed? Insane? Bah. I simply speak truth. They've done this to me. They've ruined me, shoved my face into the dirt. Tore apart my life.
You don't agree, is that it? "Oh, it's all you. You just don't control your emotions." Lies! Slanderous lies! Oh, if only you'd know what they did to me. They did this to me.
If you only knew that they're the monsters. Call me what you will, they used me as a damn guinea pig in an accursed experiment. Against my will. They tore my life apart. They did this.
Still think I'm not right in the head, do you? Yes, I know what you're thinking. I don't have to be psychic to know that. You're all so predictable. You all look at me like I'm a monster. Monster. I didn't choose this. You are the monster for cursing me with your own words. They are the monsters for cursing me with this.
None of you can understand me, apparently. Or at least you're too focused on me being a "monster" to listen to me. Don't want to talk to a "monster," eh? Afraid? Don't care? Are my feelings and thoughts worth dirt to you just because of what those damn people did to me?
You're monsters just like they were. Well, fine. Come at me with harsh words. Come at me with pitchforks and torches. Come at me with guns and blades. See if you survive. Come at the monster. Be brave, you prejudice, arrogant monsters.
