Midnight Poetry

Who is the real villainess

She is always pretending to be a victim.
Always painting you to be the villainess,
to gain sympathy from others.
To take what so rightfully belongs to you.
To make it seem as if you are in the wrong.
When in reality you were nothing but a puppet on strings,
one of her many pawns to gain her 'happily ever after'.
I truly pity do you.
Not realizing this,
Not until your head is about to be despatched for your shoulders,
Rolling in the town square with people cursing at you for trying to 'harm' her.
The man to whom you had devoted your whole life to,
Now looking at you with hatred and disgust.
Holding her tenderly in his arms as if she'll break at any given moment.
Her shaking as if she's truly scared,
but we both know that she's trying not to laugh at your misery.
And now.
Now reality has finally set in,
That she is the villaines
And
You are the victim
Not her
I

nspired by
The Villainess truns the hourglass