You grow up taught manners and taught your code of ethics and taught your religion. You're taught what to wear, what not to wear, how to say things, how to make friends...you're taught to follow the rules yet taught to stand up for what you believe in. We've been conditioned our whole lives to trust wholly in those who do good for us, and to look down upon those who hurt us. But what happens when the tables turn and the good people become the bad? Who do you turn to when the figure in front of you who represents "everything good in the world" is killing you without a second thought, in the name of "what is right"? Who are you supposed to believe now, when the good in the world has turned to pain and the bad is simply forbidden? How are you expected to stay loyal to the good when all you can wonder is if it is good after all?

You don't. You run to the bad and you soak in all of its immediate pleasures. Uppers, downers, alcohol, self-harm, promiscuity, viciousness, gluttony, depression -- and you feel better. You feel better for running to the evil. But you feel betrayed by the good. How could the good raise you up so high only to break you down over and over again? How are you expected to get back up and try again when all you want is peace? Perhaps the evil does not provide solace, but at least it allows comfort. At least the sensuality of the "evil" allows you to want to continue living instead of the hell called "good".

But no one understands this.
They are scrubbed clean, all good.
They have no recollection of the evil.
All they know is that you are wrong.