Villians

It’s not fair. It’s not our fault.

We have no say in our own lives.

We’re living a fairy tale someone else wrote.

We dread it.

We run from it.

But destiny still arrives.

We are thinkers, not talkers.

We are problems, not solutions.

We are heroes of the dark, villains with a spark.

The heroes hate us.

Because that’s their story.

They hate us to fill the chapters of a hero’s life.

Because in the story hating a villain makes them feel like heroes.

How many villains suffer in silence?

’Cause real villains don’t cry.

It’s not enough to close our eyes.

Because our scripts are embedded into our minds.

And we follow them until we die.