Some villains are all your unspoken sins personified.
The sins you didn’t commit out of fear and better knowing, the sins you regret thinking about,
The late night thoughts you fear, the fits of rage you’ve learnt to contain.
The words you never speak out loud, the things you could be but actively chose not to become.
You fear that part of you, and you’re aware.
That villain is you, what you could have been. You fear that thought… you’re frightened, but also curious. What does that say about you? Does it mean anything? Is that yet another part of you that should be feared, the curiosity?
The genuine interest, the questioning? The wonder?
You tell yourself you never want to find out what kind of person you could be, but is that true? Is it fear or excitement keeping you up at night? The voices in the back of your head when that one person did you wrong… are they truthful, are they right, are they wrong, are they even there?
Is this you? The madness hidden within, is that more you than the person you are now? Is it somebody else whispering these things to you, telling you to do things?
Does it matter? The real question is, are you going to answer?
Are you going to do it? Or is it safer to pretend that part of you never existed and never will?
The villains… are they to fear? To blame? Take a look at yourself, and answer honestly: the things you did and the things you never did, what do they make you?
And now, the villain… an active choice or a scream for help? Would you do the same they did? No, would you? If there was no control?
What do you know about the madness within and the thoughts before and behind the actions? What do you know about the motive and the great scheme of it all?
Who knows what you’re capable of?
Who knows if you’re the right person to come with such statements, blaming others… who are you to blame them? Who are you to blame?
Who knows? How would they know? Don’t let them find out. Take that as you will.