you painted me out to be the villain,
so i became one
your presence is unwelcome, in my dark world
i used to be such a good kid
but it got me nothing
while the darkness around me promised me vengeance
i fought it until i couldn't anymore
and that is when things took a turn
whether for worse or for better, i do not know
but the prey became the predator
of undeniable esoteric allure
but little did they know of the monster that lurks beyond the facade
yeah, i'm all bite no bark
i watch as they fall to my wicked schemes
i am, and always have been a little heinous, i confess
but now at least i accept myself as i am
i feel much more at ease
as now i have stopped being fake nice,
as i have stopped disguising my narcissism as altruism
i want all the power and the pain
i like being the villain, i admit
but darling, the villain will always be the villain as long as the hero tells the story
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secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]