I gave up on hate a long time ago. I have no grudges of hate left to care for. They were too heavy to hold so I forgave my enemies.
I learned to drop the baggage behind the past.
I placed a cape on my shoulders and learned how to fly.
When I gave up on my grudges of hate I was free of all that heaviness.
I tore off the blinders society gave me and learned to run wildly.
On the surface I am mild mannered, sweet girl with a silver tongue but beneath I am a crazy genius three steps ahead of the crowd with wits as strong as steel. I never needed validation, I just needed people I can call home. In a way my hometown isn't really home, it's the people I became best friends with that made it home.
I am vengeful because my past gave me motivation to be a good person, not because I ever want revenge on anyone.