Wrapped in troubles

Misery

I would like to thank all those assholes who pushed me down and punched me with their words for the way I am today. You all molded me into the piece of shit I am today. You told me I couldn't do anything so I didn't do it. You told me I wasn't good enough so I never tried to be the best. Today I'm currently a stupid introverted person with no courage, beauty, or intelligence. I once tried to be better than I am today but you all prevented me from achieving anything. You all acted like selfish flowers. You pushed all the unopened flowers along with me away from the sun/spotlight in order to make yourselves better and beautiful. We ,unopened flowers, stayed ugly and dumb. We tried to get sun but you guys were too strong. Instead we developed illnesses, they hurt at first but we adapted. Now we are getting strong enough to fight back and reclaim our spots in this world. The illnesses were like a power, they made us stronger. We are no longer afraid and we will have our revenge. It was like a boost for us it made us focus on one goal. Which was to destroy you. You all probably forgot about us or continue to pick on us but we'll soon have our revenge.  Be careful of who you mistreat you may not like the returned affection, it could be the death of you.