Deep Inside a demon hides who carved a smile on my face

I AM The Butterfly

I used to give other people credit for bringing me back out of dark days. I realized that they didn't deserve that credit. Because they didn't bring me out of my nightmares, I brought myself out. I used to adapt, until I learned to survive. I gave others the hero title, because I was the victim. I realized I won't always have a hero around, so I became my own. I prepared to slay the dragon who kept me locked inside only to find the hero locking the door. I screamed at the top of my lungs, realizing my hero was the villain all along, I found the dragon chained down with every word I used against my self. I looked long and hard at each one. I slowly fixed them one by one, going faster as they broke off till I got to the head where I didn't have the words to say. My once hero called out, "See! You need me, you have nothing left to say! You can't ever be free from the darkness of your own mind!" I picked up the sword I was going to use to slay the dragon, and attacked the chairs leading to the floor, severing them. The dragon rose high above of us, gave a mighty roar and prepared to blow fire upon the villain who locked us away. As the flames roared towards, I grabbed a shield and covered us. I spoke to the dragon telling him why I protected the villain, "We can not kill them, for we would become the villains and they the victim. We must leave together and never return." As I promised I wouldn't kill the villain, instead I slashed them across the arm to form a scar, for them to remember that they were not a hero that day. I flew away with the dragon a thin line diagonally across my forehead and a slit on his as a reminder of what are suffering was caused of. I am the victim and the hero, and was almost the villain too. I used to adapt, now I survive, because I have somethings to fight for still.