I've been preparing for this my entire life This particular unluckiness in love that seems unavoidable It's been in fairytales I've heard as a kid in the books I've read in songs on the radio in poems in everyone
But no one ever told me that I would be the villain Never once did I relate to the bad guy But here I am and I'm the bad guy
And every time the villain is explained it is said that she is good in her way That she never choose to become the villain But I had the choice I've been good my entire life but today I decided to be bad Tonight I killed the princess and took the prince for myself
There's no poison, only me Me being forced down innocent throats until they bleed their secrets to me
There’s a thin line between hero and villain. Everyone’s a hero in their own story, But someone must be the villain. Both are born through trauma and grief, Yet one rises above While one brings others down. A gentle push from fate Spirals an innocent mind. Eventually a choice is made. The proverbial line is drawn. And teetering on that line Is the indifference of man, Waiting for their push.
The Villain A normal civilian, A soldier in the war again innocence, An open minded critic of morals and tradition, A seeker of glory only obtained by those without shame, An optimistic individual with no plans for love, just blueprints for unconditional pain,
The villain, An object that those who do nothing use to avoid the blame.
Villain. Blind to your own sin. With a quick tongue, you're reptilian. Only venom to spit because it's only venom within. Snake in the grass. Protect your own ***. Truth is at the end of the day, a snake is easily spotted by a bird of prey.
I saw you from a mile away. Birds eye view, because I'm above you.
My heart has risen from it’s dormant winter No longer blanketed by clouded skies It’s cold comfort no longer appealing And can no longer cover my shadows, my footprints, my pride They parted like window drapes To a view so intimidating and sublime Of all the possibilities For a future- to myself- I denied During this season It took too much effort to bade off The allure of such a melancholy dream It took a strength I did not possess A truth I could not confess But now I have found the courage to find the warmth inside of me To brighten my tunneled vision To see my own faults But realize things happen for a reason As if warmth gives to warmth And misery feeds into misery But no one has to be the villain
So, I've been reflecting recently on why I do things or how I end up in the same situations over and over. The common denominator in all of these instances is me. But, I mean in no way to become the villain or the victim, rather I wish to be aware of my tendencies, address them and move on. I've had a history of falling into rabbit holes and becoming prone to feeding into negative thoughts. I want to tell a new story.