She stumbles crookedly, confused by the pure hatred in their eyes,
She cries, afraid of the blood slowly seeping from sliced palms and soles.
She reaches out, only to be scorned by those who are to love her,
She covers her ears, as rage-filled words, echoes incessantly, cutting deeper into the wounds.
She hides in her own little dark corner, as she feels the pain their powers bring.
Aren't villains the only ones that
They should hurt?
Does that make her one then?
She falls deeper, deeper down the rabbit-hole - deeper into the toxicity that is her life,
She scars harder; becoming more wretched, surrendering to the demons that haunt her.
She's disregarded by the powerful; she's scorned by the weak.
Its s e m p i t e r n a l.
"You cant become the hero."
"YOU CANT BE A HERO."
She knows this, known it for so long now.
No; everyone says she cant be the hero -
Why not be the villain instead?
By: Jenay Long
Originally made for a book idea, now an individual poem. After all if you can't be the hero - become the villain instead