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