Chains enveloped around my wrists, the same way my burdens are wrapped around me. I did what I did, can't do anything about it now. I killed my mother, father, and my little brother.
Anyone who called me 'crazy' had it coming for them. I'm not crazy, I'm just different from how everyone expects a human to behave. Yeah, I've killed people, but I don't do it just because I want to, I do it for a reason.
It's just a shame people don't see those reasons.
They don't understand me.
They never will.
Furthermore, they look at things that I've done and put a label on my face: serial killer.
Not only that; they call me crazy... But they don't understand.
(edited <3)
