Villiam reflection

--- Villain’s Reflection By Faith When I close my eyes, they blur with the tears I’ve been holding. I feel happy— but empty, like sugar without its taste. Mourning a past that keeps repeating itself. I hope for a friend, someone who can listen to the lines of my words without complaining. A mother who laughs, joyfully— outside and inside— with her kids. But betrayal came from every corner. They betrayed me, and now— I am the traitor, just like the villain. But who tells the story of the villain’s tears? Who hears the silent screams that echo in the hollows of the night? I reach out, but my hands hold air— grasping shadows, hugging my past in silence. Maybe I wasn’t meant to be the hero. Maybe I was shaped by the cracks, the ones no one cared to fill. But still— I hope. I dream. For that one friend, for that one moment where my voice is not a burden, but a melody worth it