My Midnight Thoughts: Things I Have In Mind, People Don't Know

reclaiming what's mine

What does it feel like to be an antagonist than being a supporting side-character of your story?
You turned me to who I am today, yet am I still the one to blame with?
Gaslighting me for a fault, I knew I didn't
Your insanity of outgrowing fame from your pathetic face and your fucking games, bounces like your lies being the same as this old city, I waited for ages to leave.
I guess you never cared about others, but yourself
The smile you wear hid the demons you began from torturing me to death
Your heroic sense of dignity came to be marvellous to people, but to me, it's hilarious and horrible.
Your reputation is something that you couldn't resist to like yourself, some sort of narcissism.
You've been fooling around those people who wear rainbows, made them fade in grey, like how your homophobic features exposed in one set.
You took their moneys, probably a thousand bucks in total, while shattering of what you uttered to them "a promise to make", which turned to be "a promise to break"
A boy like you with a great looking feature yet having a muddy, smelly, and an unlikeable attitude could lead you to downfall someday
And in that day, people whom you may know, will purely be disgusted that they'd vomit at your name.
And in that day, you'll never see me wearing dark features as I engrave dirty to your reputation worse than mine.
Your fame is mine, and I made you that
But I can reclaim what's mine, once you made me mad
And now here I am, turning the tables you set me up from your horrible plans
Don't scream for help, no one will come at you
Right before your soul will be taken away by the soul reaper, I'd like to murder you
'Cause I can reclaim what's mine
And if it's not enough, then you should die
And you could only cry to dig up yourself out from being buried, when you already faced death.
They won't find me being a suspect of the crime, 'cause you already killed me.