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The Villian



You can figure out what the villain fears by his choice of weapons.

I got no fucking problem playing the villian. Being a convict in my own mind ain't nothing new to me... I fucking grew up institutional bitch. You're threats are meaningless. You have nothing I need or want to offer me. I'm happy with my life... More than happy. But if I gotta be the villian so you can justify me as the asshole because I won't even acknowledge you're poison promises? I'm totally fucking cool with that. I no longer care. I'm done fighting. I'm just trying to fucking move on and find myself and where I fit in.

One clue, it will never be with you. You throw bombs for entertainment and come in and out of my life like it doesn't matter, you don't care how much effects me and those I love.. only what the fuck you want.  Guess what I'm fucking done. You no longer fucking matter. I have someone else... I'm fighting to keep her. I don't care if you make me the villian. That's status quo. Nothing's changed there.

Someone with a victim mindset is always looking for a villain to blame and a situation to suffer from.


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