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The Villain

A poem

By Sara WilsonPublished 4 months ago 2 min read

I don't want you to say you're sorry

We all know it isn't true

I'd much rather turn the tables

and watch it all happen to you

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I want you to feel all of it

Every feeling. Every word you ever said

I want it to haunt you in your nightmares

I want it stuck inside your head

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I want you to drown in the guilt

Be the one to hold you under

I want you to know that it was me

Make it clear. Nothing left to wonder.

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I don't want to show you any mercy

The same courtesy you gave to me

The pain and suffering you caused

Has finally set a villain free

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Oh, this isn't what you wanted?

Why am I so full of hate?

Remember, when I begged for you to listen?

Now you're mad that it's too late?

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I'm tired of being nice

Soft-spoken, sweet, and gentle

Every ounce of pain you caused...

You were deliberately detrimental

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I've swallowed my anger like poison

While you took away my voice

Never wanted it to be this way

but you've left me with no choice.

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I'm tired of being silent

when I just want to scream

I've been trapped inside a nightmare

while you all got to live a dream

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I want you to feel the guilt

I want you to suffocate in it

I want you to choke on every word

Frankly, I want you to eat shit

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Asphyxiate on the shame you avoided

The anger, the sadness, the pain

I want you to carry all of it

without an umbrella in the rain

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I want you to carry it on your back

Let the heaviness weigh you down

I want you to be laughed at

since you love to act like a fucking clown

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You don't get to apologize

For things you should have never done

You don't deserve my forgiveness

just because the games no longer fun

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And it this makes me a monster...

I'll happily wear the fangs.

Put my picture on the wall with a title

and admire it where it hangs

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If turning ugly makes me seen

What a perfect monster I will be

This is the beast that you created

Oh wait... now you're scared of me?

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You no longer deserve my kindness

It was wasted on all of you

Your approval is no longer needed

Those words have never been more true.

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I will no longer be gentle

for the sake of people who want to see me break

I would rather be the monster

Than the hypocrite. The liar. The fake.

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Oh, wait... you were just playing?

Oh, it was just a joke?

Well I could not care any less.

I hope you fucking choke.

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About the Creator

Sara Wilson

I love Ugly Things.

I try and be active AND interactive.

I write... whatever I feel.

Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.

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  • Perqwaila 4 months ago

    what a masterpiece!! This is my life that I never speak up about... im going to read this everyday!!

  • Paul Stewart4 months ago

    Your family, your blood relatives, absolutely suck. I want to hurt them, cos they hurt you. Lol. This poem was absolutely fire, in all the best ways and felt like an exercise in catharsis. I am also loving how much Sara Wilson I'm seeing in my feed these days. Well done, my friend!

  • Tiffany Gordon4 months ago

    🔥 go gurl! 💪🏾

  • Caitlin Charlton4 months ago

    The first stanza, ended with a bite. I like the use of imagery, gracing us with meaning, using the tables turning. You want it stuck inside their heads. This bit reads like the release of anger. Damn. In every line, the punch gets harder. 'i want you to know that it was me.' 'now you're mad that it's too late' I can hear the tone of the villain now. 'You were deliberately detrimental'. Loving the alliteration and the zest of rhymes it brings. I like the mocking in the last few lines. There's no way that this was not cathartic. You've got a lot off your chest. An unapologetic masterpiece 🤗❤️

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