I was thrust into the cage, along with everyone else.

But they decided to torture me, and only me instead.

They showed me what it meant to be just like them.

While they watched, they forced the others to watch as well.

Once it was complete, I felt no difference but clearly, something was wrong with me.

And I ran towards the people, chasing after who I thought could count on to save me.

But they were scared of me, so I started the final stage of my torture.

I began to hunt, feeling a rush as many people screamed and ran in terror.

Looking back was a sign of being a coward, so I faced what I really was.

Finally, all was said and done.

My hunt was completed.

And so, they no longer needed me.

Tossed aside, I never came back home, knowing my family would react the same way.

There was no point.

There is no point.

There will never be a point.

(April 2019)