I am not the protagonist of this story,
I am not the righteous one.
I am not who you think I am,
I am the antagonist, the obstacle to be overcome.
I'm selfish, reckless, mean; I'll say anything to get under your skin.
I'm vindictive and cruel, I would betray you in a heartbeat.
I am sad and envious and spoiled and I always have been.
I don't have a righteous bone in my body.
I am rebellious and weak.
I am I am
a sidenote in your story.
So don't give me your respect,
I know you think it'll work.
I don't want your love and admiration
I can't take it.
Give me instead hatred and condemnation.
Write me off as a lost cause, a bully, a weakling.
This I can live with, this I deserve.
If were all redeemable there would be no point
So let me serve the purpose I was meant to serve.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
I am not the protagonist of this story,
I am not the righteous one.
I am not who you think I am,
I am the antagonist, the obstacle to be overcome.
I'm selfish, reckless, mean; I'll say anything to get under your skin.
I'm vindictive and cruel, I would betray you in a heartbeat.
I am sad and envious and spoiled and I always have been.
I don't have a righteous bone in my body.
I am rebellious and weak.
I am I am
a sidenote in your story.
So don't give me your respect,
I know you think it'll work.
I don't want your love and admiration
I can't take it.
Give me instead hatred and condemnation.
Write me off as a lost cause, a bully, a weakling.
This I can live with, this I deserve.
If were all redeemable there would be no point
So let me serve the purpose I was meant to serve.
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