He sighed.

He never could seem to do nothing wrong. He always has straight A's, he's never missed a shot in any sport.

Heck, he has never hurt someone's feelings.

And yet beneath all that, he wanted to know what it was like to mess up. Even if it meant that he needed to physically hurt somebody. The frustration of it... 

It could push him to even greater lengths of emotions that others tell him to suppress.

"Hurting somebody's feeling through the misuse of words is something that you shouldn't have to experience." is what everyone would tell him if he ever asked what it was like to hurt someone's feelings.

And each called him crazy for ever wanting to feel that feeling of pain and anger.

That was until he spoke to his friend about it, and she replied, saying "I feel as though you are being misjudged," she'd smile and scratch her head as she'd say so, "I mean, look at me. I've never done a single thing right and yet here I am, wishing to do one thing correctly in my life. And I get called 'Silly' for trying to accomplish my dream... That is silly of everyone, don't you think so?"

His friend got him thinking... What if that was how it was... What if...

His whole life was fake, A Mistake...

And what if this cruel world is also fake... A Mistake...

What defines A Mistake...

A Mistake, as he sees it from then to now, is a concept that he will never truly know... 

And knowing that made him happy...