Then I got there. I reached the top and thought I would feel the sunlight shine down on me. That it was a brand new day and that this was the goal. This was it.
And it wasn't it. It was just an anthill. I had accomplished nothing. You made that very clear. You, my inspiration, turned out to be my greatest enemy. And you knocked me down, you kicked the ants in my face and it stung, for a long time. So long that I forgot who I was, that I questioned my life and the last few years as a waste of time. I had nothing to show from it. Except for what I held in my pocket. In my pocket was a part of you, and a part of me. It was the one thing you gave me to me, as a sign of what you once felt, for me. You showed me that at least some of you cared with this, and it was my sign, and my symbol. You hated that I had it. You hated the thought that it was mine forever, and you could never have it back. You fought me for it, but I won. You thought you could own me, but I now own you. Forever, a part of you will be with me, and you can and will never have it back. You should have known that I was stronger than you. Yet you tried to hurt me, to kill me, to end me. You weren't successful, you only made me better, faster, and stronger.
I realize that all now. I realize that when I'm out, doing my things. When I'm bettering myself and I doubt it, and I want anger to fuel me. I just think of the part of you that is always with me. That little part of you that follows me around, every day and sleeps beside me every night. That little part of you that's good and honest. I realize you are now pure evil, you are now spiteful and hateful and weak. You will continue to manipulate the human race while I, a super human, a hero, an alien to your cause, will not try to stop you, because it's a waste of my time. The race will learn of your evil, and one day, I will have no choice but to destroy you. That day will come, but until then I will nuture the part of you that was so good, so pure and just, that it will one day save everyone that I will be too old and stubborn to save. It might even save you one day. I hope it does, because then that part of you will prove me right.
And that's why I can't help but feel sorry for you.
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