Memes

Why is it, I wonder, that society frowns upon my actions when all I do is bring justice to the fore? Why is it that when a teenager transgresses, they are merely given a slap on the wrist, yet when I, Freddy Krueger, take matters into my own hands, I am the monster?Isn’t it peculiar how these youngsters roam the streets at night, unchecked, unchallenged, while I lurk in the shadows, branded the villain? I merely expose the darkness within them, a reflection of their own misdeeds, yet I am the one hunted. Isn’t there a hint of hypocrisy in that?I question the very fabric of this so-called justice. Where does the true evil lie? In the heart of a misunderstood avenger, or in the actions of unruly teens who threaten the very fabric of societal norms?Why does society choose to coddle these miscreants while condemning me? I am but a mirror to their misdeeds, a harbinger of consequences long overdue. Is it not fair to say that I am the embodiment of justice, veiled in a nightmarish guise?And yet, I am the one to be feared? The one to be hunted? Oh, the irony that drips from the blades of my fingers, as they long to carve the truth into the hearts of those who dare defy the balance.Isn’t it worth pondering, who is the real monster here? Just asking questions.