Return of what's been done.

Having the thought it could bring happiness

or even satisfaction. 

But, it did not.

Instead, it only keeps me from the shadow

from what I'm afraid to become.

The dark side of me grows,

and 

no one can save me from this pit.

This pit of darkness that I'm now comfortable with;

I can't escape it...

That feeling of greatness dominate someone's life;

That pain they would feel from realizing what was happening,

All of this time, they're just being played by my hands.

Spinning their minds and it was easy.

I thought that this will give me the happiness I've been longing for,

from what that man did to me when I was young.

But again, it did not...

It did not return what has been done.

Instead,

I became someone else that everyone can despise now. 

Photo by: Daniel Reche