Hysterical

 

The sound of pain in peoples eyes.

The way they reflect them.

Oh, so dashing.

So beautiful, in a way that it could even make me smile.

Yes, maybe I am evil.

In a way, you may call me evil.

But is it my fault that I laugh at their misfit?

I have my own fucked up life, and I even laugh at myself.

So, why can’t I laugh at theirs?

Finally tasting bitterness in one’s tongue.

Like a cat, splashed with boiling water.

They get startled, jump around and scream of the pain.

Funny how people react, really.

Hysterical!