to whom it may concern, forget my name.
or that i ever exist because i can easily forget you.
you disrespected me.
to think you were ever my friend to begin with.
im happy now, with the person i call love.
the hatred that we feel, we want to be rid off.
at the same time, getting rid of it isnt much of a satisfaction.
we want to make them pay.
no matter how big or small their mistakes are.

in a world we live in, though far from medival times,
we still want to make payback as brutal ... just as b r u t a l.
often not thinking of the consequences.
how to, when the time comes, we act on impulse.
we let the anger be our drive. anger has become his drive.

no one can judge, whether this is right or wrong.
you would have to be in that shoe to know .. to feel .. and to hurt.
because being deceived, might not sound that painful.
but if its from a tender age, it became worse.
if being pampered can cause a child being spoilt.
we can only imagine what deception leads to.