Despicable Me

I am a terrible person.

Have you ever done so many bad things, you start to wonder if you even deserve to breathe?

I have.

The lies; the deceits; the agony; the pain.

How I've dealt so much, time and time again. It seems as though I'll never be able to put a stop to it, or, even wanted to in the first place.

I am the bringer of pain, deliveryman of suffering, messenger of hurt. I am the Lord of Despicable Acts. That is me; and that is all.

I'm a bad, bad, man.

I'm despicable.

Despicable, me.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. But remorse... remorse is a dish best never served at all.

I am a monster.

Towards this, I am in no denial. How could you be, really? In sights of some beings, perhaps, I might even appear to have horns; mayhap even had sprouted, instantaneously, before their very eyes.

Not the devil; just, devilish.

Pure evil, none the less.

Sometimes, I even scare myself.

Some nights, I lay awake, unable to sleep of it.

Despicable, me.