They say silence is deadly.
They say one choice can lead to another.
They say villains are made.

The crash. The screams. The terror.
The numbness. The grief. The anger.

The name. The mask. The facade.
The trick. The plan. The applaud.

I thought it would take the pain away.
I thought I was getting my justice.
But it only made more pain stay.
It only caused more families to fall to my fist.

They say you can see your life flashing before your eyes when you die.
I could see happiness.
I could see despair.
I could see anger.
So much anger.

That anger was my defeat.
I feel the guilt.
I feel the sadness.
I see the new rage swirling like a cloud in an innocents confused soul.
Some wounds never heal when they're not treated properly.