Are Villains Better
I want to be a hero but I feel more for the Villain
One with Medusa’s heart of stone, safe from cracking
Shielded from pain or betrayal
So many ways to save the world, but how many to save me
Should I turn into that Monster, they fear
One of stone, not truly to be known by a soul
Alone in a temple obsidian walls so high not even the birds dare fly
no way to break down, for why would anyone dare to come in
But they think me a fool, an obedient dog
One who is so easily swayed, taken by everyone,
Wanting to be included, the one who would get on their knees if you asked
So many ways to take and take, everyone can see
You made me a villain, in my own pain
One who will build the walls higher than before
Closing myself, from connection and trust
No need to repair, my heart is one of stone once more
So yes I understand the villains
Ones with vengeance and cruelty in their soul
For they are never used or disappointed by understanding
So I was the fool, but I understand what i have to do
Please don’t blame me for if Im cruel
I have learned my walls need to stay high, where I can’t hear the sea
For I have been broken one too many times, now on an island of my own
I have become that monster, of concrete
