Worl

"I was born into this world, an angel with white wings that can't even unfold to fly. I was born as weak as you. I was born amidst flowers and a blue sky, perfect enough to make someone smile. But it wasn't meant to be, because I'm ridiculously strange.
I don't want to be something important, something that forces people to bow down before me. I don't want a crown or a sword. I don't want to follow a path that's already been explored. Nor do I want to create my own.
I'll stay here and do as I please. Time won't pass if I don't want it to. I'll snatch away the chance to fly. Because I don't like what I was born to be. Nor what I am or will be.
Humans are stupid to think the world revolves around one person. I believe it too. Do you think your opinion will change the world? That you can do as you please and won't get into trouble? But you're no one special.
I won't go to heaven or hell. I want to vanish into thin air. I don't want to live chasing money. Wars, differences, love, hate, evil, and mysterious humans are all that mostly exist. I wonder why they're not afraid like me. Don't they think about what will happen? Or do they ignore it to live in peace?
Your happiness won't last long; I'll bite the apple to make you cry. It's not that I don't feel empathy for you, but I hate you. If you saw the world as I do, everything would be different."