A Cycle

I have a story to tell.

A lot says I'm screwed up, a mess, the total definition of a personified misery. 

 But I try not to give a damn nor let a single possibility of me leveling to their idiosyncrasy happen. 

  Because I know better. 

It's a cycle, you see. 

You're at the lowest depths of the hierarchy.

You're a nobody. 

 Not even the royalty would dare utter your name 

  because it's some sort of a curse for them. 

An enchantment that would make them way too cheap, and equal to you.

But you will rise.

You will avenge your pathetic, past self;

 your bad persona who was bullied, underrated and didn't stand a chance against the odds.

You must morph from zero to the ultimate hero.

You shall be the face of change, of bright, brimming inspiration.

You will be an icon, an ambassador for an organization believing that one must never give up.

 That life goes on even when you don't want to anymore, even when you can do nothing.

They'll call you a star, a spark that turned into an inferno, a defying storm that was once the calmest breeze.

Everything will turn upside down and inside out. 

Because that's the way life supposed to be all about: balance. 

What goes up, must come down. Horribly, painfully; giving you the sweet taste of revenge.

I had a story to tell but not anymore, now that I am nobody once again.

Author's Note

This is my very first work. So, please do pardon a beginner. :) XD
-Hezred