the closest thing to sorry.

To whom it may concern:


How does it feel, to have the tables turned on you? The humiliation, the whispers, the barely concealed contempt… Can you believe this atrocity? It’s funny how things can change in just a matter of days. You. Me. Him. Everyone. Quiet words and surreptitious side-glances have evolved into loud comments and blatant sneers. You have no sympathizers for what you’ve done in the past. No one, except me. I am the one who ignited this mess.



And now, I am just like you.
What have I become?