Sombody slap me, punch me, hit my head on the wall. Maybe then I could forget who I am and become a different being.

   I apologize for being abnormal, for no normal person will ever feel this way. It pains me to realize that the chains I once felt being broken to set me free were mere illusions. I am still locked inside this chamber with tiny openings. I am still isolated from reality, with barriers to keep me from passing. Outside I hear them laugh and make noise, they are all having fun. It is driving me crazy.

  My pillow is soaked, no longer can it contain what I cannot. I am sick of those dancing notes, they only tighten my chains. Oh! I just want to rip every paper and snap every pen. I want to yell and scream, shout the foulest words to anyone who stands on my line of sight. Can I take this chair and smash it against the window? May the glass shatter into a thousand pieces and make mess out the blood that it will take from my face. Then I would take some of it, put it in a goblet then spill it on someone else's face. Taste the blood of a sinister villain. I envy the butcher, carnage is so easy for him. Where is the hammer when I need it? I need it for destruction. I want to destroy anything whole, including this chamber. I will pull this board and snap it against my knee. Then I will leave the remains for additional mess. This fire deep inside is burning me. If only I can breathe it out and melt my barriers. My mobile link will is not allowed to interrupt me. I am still trying to destroy my world. Don't ever try sending your superhero against me. Just let him show off his stunts and superpowers and entertain all of you. He will never stop me unless he trully understands the misery that brought me to this. Then I will kneel and cry, not of regret for what I did but of continuos agony. For inspite all these, the pain is still here. After screaming and destroying, I continue to be a prisoner of my own thoughts.

   Villains are made when pillows are soaked in tears.