It still hurt thinking about those stinging words they threw at me.
Maybe it was in the distant past.
But still they haunted me.
Even though in the morning a perfect smile could be painted, at nights I tore my masks down to drench the blank pages and pen with midnight lullabies.
In the nightly tears I drowned myself.
But old questions still trapped in the deep depth of the ocean of my savage emotions tried to swim up to the shallow surface.
Questions which gobbled up my peaceful sleeps.
Questions which made the solitude my new dear friend.

Was it really my fault?

What had I done to them?

Yes, it was my fault.
I had shown too much kindness.
Too much kindness to creatures who did not deserve it.