It turned out to be gray, blackish asphalt grey, rather, absurdly grey.
I thought righteousness should and would always prevail.
I was called selfish, I reacted violently, but deep inside I thought I might have been.
I was treated, or rather abused, “love”less’ly; and I was made to believe, or rather manipulated to believe that was my fault.
I am glad I was able to see through the broken tainted glass.
But, I am sad.