Scapegoat

i became the villain because

society expected me to.

i fit all the cliches,

i had all the wrong friends,

made all the wrong choices.

society looked at me and said

“there goes a sinner”

so i embraced it.

i danced with danger and darkness.

i fought and killed with glee.

now society looks at me and says

“there goes a villain”

but they take no responsibility.

they watch as i walk by

whispering about my black clothes

and my angry expression.

but maybe somewhere in that crowd

is another sad sinner like me.

maybe when they see my mask and black clothes

they don’t think

“there goes a villain”

but instead

“there goes a fallen angel.”

demons were once angels.

i was once an angel.

but there can be no good without evil,

so society cast me out.

society called me a villain

and i agreed to their terms.

after all, being a villain has its perks.

people shrink away from me in fear,

like i’m contagious.

let them fear me.

better to be feared

than to be fearful.