A poem about a fraud
He has a heart
He has a soul
He's not the villain, so what is his goal?
She likes to be special
She creates her own misery
She doesn't want to get better
Because deep down she knows she's the villain
He feels guilty for his crimes
His own existence brings him pain
He can't even rhyme
At least not right now
He doesn't want to be her, but she knows she is
She's the villain
The fraud
The damsel in distress
She will never be him
She only wants to be
Because in her mind
She'd be free from her role as the bad guy
I'm neither of them
I'm not even real
I'm just a thought
A crumbling memory in the flesh
(My Doki Doki Literature Club phase is returning lmao-)
