A Drop of Evil on The Great Capitoline Wolf

Izuku Midoriya had always been a sensitive child. He knew about his surroundings, dangers, and the burden's other's faced.
Izuku knew that he was only a burden. Nothing more than a heavy weight chained to everyone's ankle. From when he was four, he knew it as fact. Reinforced with cruel repetition.
He's nothing but a tick on the great hound of humanity.
He wishes only to be of use. Even if that means falling. A seven-story building wasn't enough to grant him his wish.
The villains were. They weaved a crown of thorn and thistle for him. Baloneys for his mistakes embedded in the crown like crystal shards.
Every drop of blood cut from the shards is a testimony to his bountiful mistakes.
He can't seem to take the barbed thing off.
It's become bothersome.

Idk how to tag on here. I came from Ao3, any suggestions are greatly appreciated.