When we are young we are taught the distinction between what was right and wrong
We are learned that usually the hero at hand is usually right and the villain is wrong
But in the end maybe the villain was damaged that made themselves turn evil
From experience I was bullied my whole life
And I never turned my anger into spite
But I learned that the villains and bullies at hand were once damaged and abused
Torn and shredded
Even though they felt like bullying me made them feel better what does it come to at a cost for the person being bullied
I always though something was wrong with me
And I wasn't loved enough or pretty enough for a person to ever like me or let alone stay
But why should I be the one in the blame
Why does it always have to come at a cost
For me to be the lost cause
I wanted to be enough for once
Even though I was screaming save me and help
I felt like I had no air to breathe until I was finally at peace when the bullies went away and I was finally told your enough to stay
I was dying to know what had happened for me to be known
Because all I ever wanted was to matter
Even though I always let the villain win sometimes and maybe that was the end to their dying show
