It started wrong to begin with. You made a mistake, ever since I took my first breath in this world. And when he took his very first step. And when she looked at you sincerely in the eye. I always wondered what the reasons for the mess were. Purely selfish enjoyment? A sense of imprudent achievement? It was a mistake when you acted without judgment. When you never thought what the consequences were. It was a mistake for you to utter malicious words thinking its fine to do so. Why? Just because you think you’re at a higher hierarchy than us? When the power you have is of material wealth? And maybe I should thank you. If not, I’ll still be naïve, thinking people like you can still be trusted. If not, I’ll still believe that mere words can be taken as truths. If not, I’ll never understand how promises can be broken without sufficient reason. If not, I’ll never know why responsibilities can be not taken up, despite the fake assurance given. If not, I’ll never see how one can absurdly divert their mistakes to another. If not, I’ll never know how one can defend themselves by merely saying that it was right despite it was apparently wrong. If not, I’ll never realize how power outweighs justice. If not, I’ll think that I could depend on you. If not, I’ll never comprehend the meaning of hypocrisy. You thought it was a kind act, did you? You thought we should be praising the Almighty? What if we do not deserve it? To give your word and take it back just like that; that’s justice? To fool a beggar by waving a $50 bill in his face and slipping it back in your pocket? You call that, fair? You call that, right? To give one hope and cloud the light in return? Don’t waste our effort to hope, to dream. I plead, don’t experiment your coins on us like lab-rats. Don’t by a word crumble the dreams of a young heart; flinging all this well effort off the boat. I rather stand firm on this ground than to be lifted up and tossed into the pit. Over and over, we give reasons to bury the hatchet. And over and over, you make it harder for us. You just proved hatred right; you gave more reasons to hold a grudge. And then you turn around and you are different. Bringing us on this roller-coaster ride, hilariously menacing. Showing fake and real signs at the same time. We’re lost. We’re clueless. It was a mistake. It never should have existed. It never should have started. And you were part of the roots of that mistake.
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