Villains.

There’s this guy I barely know,
Over-sized tee, his pants waist-down low.
All-consuming eyes, agony cutting through his skin,
He looks like a fallen angel, high on some unfathomable sin.
Dark and dreary, they call him a sinner,
Competing with badassary, well, he sure is a winner.
But the day I heard him incoherently weep,
I wanted to know what’s buried deep,
He told me a secret he could no longer keep,
It seemed he had nightmares that didn’t let him sleep.
Well, the truth comes with no warning, capsize,
And in the moment, I couldn’t help but realize,
That external appearances almost lie,
There’s always more than what meets the eye.
Start looking underneath, Stop! Don’t just go with the flow,
You’re not god; you just see what people choose to show.
So here’s the unnoticed truth...
Villains are not the mean, bad guys,
Sometimes, disguised, they are the heroes no one likes.
On the outside, they may seem loud and lousy and stout,
But inside, they’re the silent sufferers no one gives a damn about.