Villain

Surely every villain

is a victim in their own eyes,

Perhaps even the hero

of the story in their mind.

 

What if their good intentions

all get twisted in the telling?

What if their honest efforts

are remembered as repelling?

 

Yet the villains are still villains,

even if misunderstood.

For intentions cannot help you

if they do not lead to good.

 

Are they persons to be pitied

when they’re blind to all their flaws?

Or are they simply that much viler,

lacking introspective pause?

 

When I’m the woman with the pen,

I’m struggling through this mess.

But when you read the story,

maybe I’m the villainess?

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