I've been pondering this question "Are villains born or made by those around them?" "How many times has a human picked a pen cause they couldn't pull the trigger?"

How many unintentional abusers have we come across in our lifetimes? Those that lie in the face of being helpful, or those that just gaze at our every step. How many eyes are staring at our one mistake to tumble down the 99 steps we took ahead? How many have caged us in this prison of perfection, which is nothing but an illusion? How many years have we wasted trying to mask our simplicity and polishing someone we are not?

The mask we were is the wrath we carry for every unintended change we did for others. Every single smile, and every line aging our skin is the proof of the abuse we did to yourself, trying to please others.

Is this worth it ? Are they worth it ?