when you like being a sadistic

A bit disturbing to admit but his failures made me smile, a contentment took over me seeing him stumble over his over confidence. The pieces of his vision lying scattered in front of me that he could pull it off without me, those pieces that would have ached him to the core, soothed my old wounds like no other emollient could have ever done. His moistened eyes had challenged me last year, challenged me that he'd conquer the feild on his own, would bow the world at his feet but now seeing him with bruised knees is tranquil.
I so wished him luck and wanted him to succeed but the feindish eyes annulled the compasion in  my heart. The mockery he ended up being , with his peers moving to the other side with a smirk on their faces was the pleasure i deserved and the pain he earned. Today was the day when you like being a sadistic.