When Your Card Gets Declined At Therapy | Poetry Collection Part 1 ©

Villains Are Made.

Everyone always looks at the hero, as they have been.
But did you ever see the villain and maybe related to him?
The possibility isn’t Zero as much as it is a hundred
But calling yourself a good person and me a bad one is then redundant.
Always stood in the spotlight, how would you know shadows existed?
Always stood in the shadows, how would I know you persisted?
Always a grace, and never a scar.
Always an enemy, never a god.
Miles do us apart,
Mine is a cold one,
Yet yours is a warm heart.
Care for your people and land,
I mind to break and destroy that band.
Who turned me this way, you might ask?
To disrupt, unlove, abandon, destroy and disappoint is not much of a task
When I never were the chosen, never the Choice.
Instead everyone looked at you as soon as you were born,
Saw you wear the crown - you had a voice
and had everyone bown.
Deep within me, as one of the folks, brewed a storm.
Yes, I might admire you for your strength,
Might go to kill you just at that length,
Yet you had your status born upon you,
I had earned mine as a horrid fate.
Because heroes are born.
And villains are made.