Anti-Villain

How long

must anti-villainry

and senseless indecency

remain

my one and only decree?

Both

your main character and audience member,

I’m done

wondering

which scenes, are still left to render.

Into the sunset,

Not you, but, I chose to surrender.

Bulldozed and typecast

from memories

that’ve long since past.

Shadows, inescapable, permanently cast.

Shame on you? But shame is me!

Broken and erupting is all you’ll ever see.

Secret stabbings

in concentric gatherings,

sirens leading me astray.

If I’m the problem

still,

yourself — you won’t have to face.

“You didn’t talk much.

You resented me.

You were annoying.”

That much was true,

but now, you see

—I’ve done my exploring.

Shame is me! Shame on you!

Hmm…I don’t know, can you say the same too?

Go ahead,

delicately place

the blame on me.

Angry and problematic

to you

is all I’ll ever be.

Crooked origins

and,

—oh no!

“What have you done agains?!”

Permanently

my villainess.

How long

must the show

carry on?

two dozen years — I think is plenty.

Prideful punishments

in spotlit moments

—of which there’ve been many.

Twilight-tinted shame,

there’s more than heroine

to your name.

Black-eyed blues

Don’t you know,

there’s more to you

than your caretaker shoes?

The product

of dual reapers,

yet I — always I

the wicked, wretched, unscrupulous scene stealer.

Never the pod to my pea,

…sisters?

I guess we’ll never be.