How
satisfying
is having a hated one
become your victim;
a submissive, cowardly man;
an insecure, docile,
stubborn and stupid woman.

Cruelty turns you into a young, dumb teen again:
you're full of a need for attention,
you have an urge to let your feelings out,
a need to act like you're important
and an urge not to hear but be heard;
you're always looking for ways to stand out,
your brain has devolved.

Make yourself useful.
You wanted to dissect a frog you didn't hate at all,
why wouldn't you tear a despicable ****
or a hateful **** apart as well?
What's different?
That you'll feel bad and go to jail? Are you that cowardly?
No, you just think you're not dumb.

****** turns you into a younger, dumber little girl,
playing with her dolls.
Change, aw, change. How cute.
"Hair looks stupid. She has an ugly face, change it.
Legs are too long, you change them. Too short, give her new legs."
You're never satisfied.

Do it
in any way you can.
You can say something awful to him,
beat her up, get her fired,
manipulate her.
You can even be dumb enough to ****** or **** someone
if you are that desperate,
or use honesty to your advantage.
No one likes your mind.

Regret can exist.
But it doesn't mean you should let it do so.
Serve your self. A therapist does the same,
but nothing is as satisfying as when you get things done yourself.

Even if you do it wrong.
You'll be mature for once.