What I have Become

What I have Become

I am not a villain of my own making.

For my demons are the author of everything I have become,

You did this to me...I remember it all too well,

So, one can say, I am a villain out of pure circumstance.

Can you really blame me for walking the path that has been carved out for me?

No pity for dear old me?

No apology?

Nothing?

What a shame.

I was not born like this

I did not choose this...

(Can I be redeemed?)

 I show no mercy,

I was granted no such mercy.

The ancestors will not be happy with me.

Pay them no mind.

I am cruel. I am wicked. I am a monster.

(I miss who I once was, brother.)

I was, once, pure in heart.

Young and so naive.

To trust and love without question.

I thirst for power.

There is no power in love,

To fall prey to such fickle emotions, 

What an absurd venture.

You cast me aside, 

You forgot about me,

About us.

Is it truly maddening...

To believe that I was once innocent.

I saved you many a time,

And I was betrayed.

Is it my turn to be saved?

Or will the waters of darkness consume me whole?

This life has cursed me, 

My destiny, stolen, by one I called brother.

Am I the villain of your story or the victim of my own? 

Maybe if I was called by my true name.

But now it's too late.

(Maybe when we see each other again in the circle after life.)

And now, all I have left is a scar. 

To remind me of what I once was.

And what I have become.