They call me villain, yet here I stand,
No bloodied blade, no cruel hand.
I see your pain, I hear your cries,
In every word, a truth disguised.
One day, perhaps, you'll wear this name,
And feel the burn, and know the shame.
For villains aren't born in shadow's hue—
They're just the broken parts of you.
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 8:14 PM UTC
They call me villain, yet here I stand,
No bloodied blade, no cruel hand.
I see your pain, I hear your cries,
In every word, a truth disguised.
One day, perhaps, you'll wear this name,
And feel the burn, and know the shame.
For villains aren't born in shadow's hue—
They're just the broken parts of you.
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