I was so certain it was all their fault.
We all said it. We all knew it. And we gladly made them pay.
Yet the next day I woke and nothing was better.
So I found another victim…I hurt another target…and still nothing had changed.
When they offered me a new scapegoat, there was no joy in making them pay.
I had finally noticed this stranger looked no better off than me.
He had been lied to…just like me.
She hungered for justice…just like me.
They were suffering…just like me.
At last I realized…they were just like me.
