Agreeing was hard.

I was the worst human then.

My only crime was being on the other side.

For my choices, I was hated.

No one looked back to see my dolour.

Happy or not, I alone could tell.

My sight irritated them all.

Words that tore my heart into shreds hit me.

Fingers pointed at me; soiled fingers at that.

I was helpless.

I was soaked.

Tears ran down my face like blood from a cut.

Did I regret? No.

Everything was on me.

The pursuit of joy and fulfilment kept me level headed.

I only loved; I didn’t kill anyone.

That was my only crime.