There's a villain in every story.
The wicked witch of the west,
A wicked witch of the east,
The evil step mother,
A monster, a beast.
What does the villain look like?
Some may ask.
It doesn't always have a black cape,
Or a witches broom,
Or a big and scary mask.
I have a villain of my own,
And she's kinda hard to see.
She has a really good disguise—
She looks a lot like me.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?
Or maybe
It's the monster inside of me.
Tell me tell me what you see
Rip me apart
Tear me to shreds
Make me a prisoner
Inside my own head
Tell me what I am
And tell me what I'm not.
Tell me what I need
And tell me what I got.
You bring out my scars
My sadness, fears, and aggression.
You cause me a lot of envy
And leave me with depression.
Deprive me of my own confidence
Take away my self esteem
Cause me to fear judgment
And make me yell and scream.
You taunt me with your words
Like this is some kind of game.
But when it comes down to it,
There's no one else to blame.
This villain isn't a creature.
Or a devil sent from hell.
It isn't a witch or demon,
This villain is myself.
I try to fight it but it won't stop.
It's never going to cease.
It's mean. It's a liar.
I'm the beauty and the beast.
There's a villain in every story,
A statement that is true.
But how do you kill the villain,
When it lives inside of you?
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A Warriors Thoughts
PoetryPoetry I've written about life, sadness, love, heart break, betrayal, feelings, self love, advice and more. Thank you for reading ❤️ I hope that these poems help you in some kind of way. I hope that they help heal you in some kind of way. Everyone...
