Penny for a Poem

Villain

Your words, they pierce like sharpened blades, tearing through my shadowed soul.
Yet I stand tall, a figure dark,
For villainy is now my role.
I feel the ache, the searing pain, of truths that cut me to the core.
But villains don't have luxury, to bleed or break or ask for more.
I wear this mask of cruel intent, an armor forged from others' fear.
Though underneath, I'm splintering, I can't let weakness appear.
For I have chosen this dark path, or perhaps it's chosen me.
The hero's light was not my fate, this darkness set me free.
So let your words rain down like fire, I'll stand amid the flames.
For villains don't seek sympathy, we only play these games.
I have to be okay, you see, It's written in my part.
The villain strong, unyielding, cold, despite my breaking heart.
In storybooks and legends old, there's no redemption for my kind.
So I'll embrace this role I play, and leave my true self far behind.
Your words may tear me limb from limb, but I will not let it show.
For I'm the author of this pain, the villain of this show.
So speak your piece, and play your part, I'll stand here proud and tall.
For in this narrative we weave, I'm destined for the fall.