Was It Too Far?

It was cruel, almost too cruel, the way he was pushed around. It would have been, if anyone had cared enough to look from his point of view. Alas, nobody did, simply because nobody cared for him.

He had cried, yet his tears were not seen or taken value of. He had screamed, his yells like a sad melody, but they fell onto deaf ears. He had tried everything, but nobody had acknowledged his efforts or cared that with each passing day, he was slowly slipping closer and closer to the edge, and to the point where redemption can no longer reach him.

He had felt hatred. He received it from his classmates for being weird and quiet. He received it from those he grew up with for being different. He received it from himself. When everyone is against you, how long does it take to realize that resistance is futile, after all?

The balance of is life had been broken. The balance of love and hate, light and dark, sadness and happiness had been blown away by the wind like ashes. There was no love in his sea of hatred. There was no ray of light that could penetrate his barrier of darkness, which wrapped around him like a blanket. There was no happiness in his black and white world, where there are no shades of gray.

His eyes were haunted, as if he had seen far too many things that nobody ever should have witnessed, much less a boy of his age. His face was pale, because he would hardly eat or sleep, instead spending his time studying, as a way to prove his worth. Though, there was no one to prove it to, because nobody ever paid attention, and those who did weren't willing to change their opinion. After a while, he realized:

'Their opinion may not change, but I can.'

He had slowly become darker, quieter and much, much less… immoral. He no longer allowed himself to be hunted, and as a result, he became the hunter. There was no longer any chance at rescue or redemption. Only submission and bowing with him. It became submit or survive with him, as he quickly grew to power. He became notorious for his brutal and vicious nature.

Now, I cannot help but wonder if anyone had ever shown love to Tom Marvolo Riddle, would he have been different? Or, was redemption originally as far from is as it is now?

Was love truly too far? Or, are we, the people, too selfish and wicked to give it to him?