The Villain in Your Story

My world has always been about me.
If I'm the hero, the villain you must be.
But now I know I fit both categories,
For it all depends on who's telling the story.
For once I'll put my pride aside,
And look into your side...

My efforts to cope had been in vain,
Because to this day to drive me insane.
But maybe the fault didn't come from you.
After all, you're human too.

I've always thought that your life was easy and bright,
I've never understood how hard you had to fight.

I've always known that I was different and alone,
I never realized that you had insecurities of your own.

I've always recognized the heavy weight of my past,
I never thought that yours made you an outcast.

I've always known of the suffering that I try to conceal,
I never considered how you must really feel.

I've always remembered the pressure the world has put upon me,
I never thought that surviving the world for you was like fighting a perilous sea.

I've always looked out for only myself,
I've never imagined the hardships of looking out for more than oneself.

I've always thought you stood in my way,
I never imagined how I caused you so much dismay.

I've always identified all the lies you spread about me,
I never thought of how my gossip should just leave you be.

I've always known the misery when people tell me I'm inferior,
I've never thought that rumors could make you feel even wearier.

I've always recognized the hate behind your judging glances,
I've never considered how my glares worsened these circumstances.

I've always comprehended the anger when you aggravated me,
I never speculated that my insults could so easily take away your glee.

I've always understood that you're such an upsetter,
I've never realized that I wasn't any better.

I've always known that you were the villain to my story,
I never thought that I would be the scoundrel in your path to glory.