Ms. Villain

04.30.17 1:39

At 16, with the dead night

And ink stains on my hands

I was trying to paint words

As bewitching as the galaxy

I wanted to prove the world

That I can tell a story

A story that will change reality

I attempted to write riddles

Or scatter cryptic clues to send shivers down spines

I attempted to articulate how insufferable our society is

When I know that even if I want to run away from it,

I’ll always be a piece of it

I tried to unravel how a lot of eye candies are indeed poisonous

But in the end, what enthralls our sight is what we’ll choose

And I must confess, I am not exempt from this

I want to entice and lure you

Out of your immunity bubble

And by then, you wouldn’t act deaf

When you hear me speak words of absurdity and insanity

If you will open your eyes, if you will dig deeper

If you will move closer, you’ll get to meet the answer

Maybe I want you to think I’m cool

Or make you understand why I break each rule

For it somehow makes me weak to know that I’m stronger

Yet I cannot do anything but root for the weaker

When in reality I am a seeker of what I offer

Do not think of me lowly

Just because our thoughts do not intersect interestingly

The girl you see before you is nothing but a silhouette, my dear folks

I have more to offer than a pretty face or some weird and crazy stunts or a couple of stupid jokes

You could call me clumsy and yes, I can be slow too

But I am more than that I tell you, or less

For I am an angel with horns

Or probably a devil with a halo

I am not in between

But the ends of both sides

Within me, they’ll be seen

Either way, I’ll always be something your mouth will never dare say

Maybe something more than your eyes could ever see

Or something less than what you expect me to be

I want to change the world

With riddles and mysteries and probabilities

I want to be the first villain

To expose that not every hero is a savior

And not all who gets saved are victors

I want to show you that an antagonist is a protagonist of their own story

It’s just that when we don’t like the idea of something, our vision gets blurry

I want to be deemed as the first villain who will save the day

But it turns out that I am just a young girl

Vulnerable, naive, and easily swayed

Someday the society will erase my innocence

Steal my benevolence, and worst, teach me violence

It’s melancholic but what can I do?

How can I save myself when only the powerful can decide false from true?

Time is ticking and seconds keep running

How will this end? I keep wondering

Will I be a game changer? Will I be able to make this world a little bit better?

I’m afraid to know the answer

But whatever will be or will not be,

I have got to move closer

Closer to a dream come true

Or to a house of hope falling for the blue