Becoming the Person I Once Was

I was not a nice person

For a while it was nothing but Light,
but as hour by hour, flew by,
the difference was as clear as day and night.
I was once again becoming the person
no one liked.
Pulling the wings off of flies
just so as no to hear them buzz.

Author's Note

Have you ever felt you were unwillingly being changed into the person you once were? And not because of your own actions, but of how the world was currently treating you? How did you get past it? Did you get past it? What kind of person does this person portray?