Revenge

I have broken my mind.
I wanted it destroyed.
I was sick of the way it always trusted and loved.
It forced me to have compassion and remorse for others.
Why, the hell, should I??
Have they shown me remorse!!!
Have they shown me love and compassion?
No.
They slowly, careful, carved me into a plaything.
A doll.
Something that could be ragged around and abused without any care or thought.
Well, I've had enough.
I have no care for them, no remorse, and no compassion.
The same way they had none for me.
As I hold this, this weapon, I know this is my revenge.
They will feel the pain I had to.
Even if it is only in the space of an eye blink.
They will feel the pain I carried as a burden all my life.
Revenge is sweet.
Revenge is true.
Revenge is mine!!!!