How Villians Are Made

I stay alive for the one reason and it may seem petty or even downright childish. I stay alive to see my enemies fall. As a child, I was no stranger to the bullying, harassing and taunting from kids and adults. I was told at a young age that when I get older, karma would catch up to those who treated me and people like me worse than dirt, as the saying goes, the meek shall inherit the earth. I didn't believe that until I reached adulthood. Then it occured, person after person, bully after bully all succumbed to life's unexpected problems/tragedies. They either died from sicknesses from promiscuous lives, drug abuse, murder from living the fast paced lives they lived or prison. As I saw each classmate and neighborhood menace suffer from an unexpected event, the oddest thing happened. I grew sympathetic in a way. My heart went out for the families left behind to cry over the loss of a loved one. However...

I can't help but feeling relieved. Once I recieved word that another childhood problem met an unfortunate end, I would as I said before, grieve for the family but behind that saddened face would be a grin. Judge me as you wish, I would understand. I understand that I live each day for the wrong reasons, but they are MY reasons. I live to outlive those that treated me, and those like me, the small kid in the back of the class, the outcast, the child that wanted to keep his head down and keep to himself, like we were nobody. I live simply to gloat at how my life turned out in comparison to them. Maybe in a way I have become the new version of a bully.

(Was part of a challenge called: Why do you stay alive.)