Something Illegal

I was open minded and accepting of people, honest and hopeful, kind and helpful, living in the moment unplanned and peaceful. My intentions were good yet I'd stand up to evil, confident natured when challenged by egos, I didn't pass judgement and treated all equal, except for the weirdos with whom I'd be lethal. I didn't look at people and think I was better, I didn't look at people and think I was lesser, but sadly I learned that people will compete, I didn't make competitions yet still they repeat. I was about understanding why you were upset, manipulators were the ones I would get, who took advantage without any regret, creating victims but never in their debt. I appear unaware but I'm tuned into lies, I don't need to hear them I see it in the eyes, it's from close observation that I recognise, there's too much activity going on in the mind. You're not calling on a memory from a moment in time, you're creating this entity and fitting it in line, your brain shows you memories you don't use your eyes, but when you create things there's need to visualise I'm the target targeted all of the time, they try to outsmart me and socially climb, but repeating means practice and I detect the signs, I move one step ahead appearing one step behind. With honour I'll take on the one on one, but I know now face to face isn't for some, I play by the rules that aren't for everyone, they go behind your back growing obsession, the sinister armed with just this one weapon, so when they get you they don't do it for fun, and they got me before I knew to get them, defeated before I knew what would happen. And that's why I'm now someone rejecting of people, because sometimes there's no way of noticing evil, I wont again be damaged by those weak and feeble, but I know if I see them I'll do something illegal