IM SORRY. IM SO SORRY I CAN’T BE WHO YOU WANT ME TO BE. IM SORRY I CANT BE THIS COMPASSIONATE, GOOD KID. BUT IM NOT. IM NOT THAT PERSON. ALL I EVER REMEMBER BEING IS ANGRY. ANGRY AND CONFUSED. ALL MY LIFE I LIVE ONE WAY AND THEN I COME HERE AND THEY TELL ME THAT WAY IS WRONG. BUT WHY? I DON’T UNDERSTAND THE WHY OF IT AND NOBODY CARES TO TRY TO EXPLAIN. THEY JUST SAY THAT THAT’S THE WAY IT IS. THAT THAT’S HOW YOU’RE MEANT TO BE, THAT’S HOW YOU’RE MEANT TO ACT.
I WANT TO HURT THEM. TO MAKE THEM SUFFER. THE PEOPLE WHO DESERVE IT. THE PEOPLE WHO KILL AND RAPE AND KIDNAP AND INSTILL FEAR. I WANT TO MAKE THE PUNISHMENT FIT THE CRIME. I WANT THEM TO HURT AS MUCH AS THEIR VICTIMS, THAT’S WHAT THEY DESERVE. BUT THAT’S NEVER WHAT I GET. THEY GET THE EASY WAY. THEY GET SENT TO LIVE IN A CAGE. NO FEAR, NOT REAL FEAR. THEY WALK AWAY UNSCATHED, UNHURT. JUST SENTENCED. I WAN TO MAKE THEM BLEED. I WANT TO SEE THEIR BLOOD WASH ACROSS THE FLOOR LIKE WATER. I WANT THEM TO BE TRULY PUNISHED. BUT THEY ARENT, AND WHY? BECAUSE IT’S WRONG. WRONG?
THE THINGS THEY DID AND YET THEIR STILL CONSIDERED HUMAN. THEY ARENT HUMAN, THEY’RE MONSTERS. DEMONS AND LIKE ALL MONSTERS THEY SHOULD BE SLAYED. SENT BACK TO HELL WERE THEY BELONG. THEY SHOULD BURN. DEATH IS TOO KIND FOR MEN LIKE THAT. MEN WHO KILLS LITTLE GIRLS, MEN WHO RIP BABIES FROM THEIR MOTHERS ARMS.
BUT WHY IS IT WRONG? WHY AM I BAD GUY HERE? I WANT TO PLEASE THE. I WANT TO BE EVERYTHING THEY WANT ME TO BE, BUT I CANT. I DON’T WANT TO BE A PSYCHOPATH, I DON’T WANT TO BE CRAZY. BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT I AM SUPPOSED TO BE, OR HOW.
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