Always the villain,
And never the hero,
They sprinted past GO,
And you never passed zero,
The rules ever changing,
And rigged at the crux,
It’s hard to kick straight,
With the goal posts in flux.
But still you kept hoping,
With no other choice,
Their passive aggressive,
Did silence your voice,
They cheated, they bullied,
Your honesty bled,
You were always the villain,
Alone in your head.
They never played fair,
And abandoned the rules,
To suit their own needs,
Needs of consummate fools,
A forgone conclusion,
You wanted to win,
You were always the villain,
Complete with glass chin.
Stuck on the ropes,
Where the punches would clang,
You ducked and you weaved,
But the bell never rang,
You learned pretty quick,
Not to trust anyone,
You were always the villain,
With good reason to run.
But wounds never heal,
When your life is a joke,
It’s hard to move on,
When your childhood is broke,
Placated by failure,
No choice but to fight,
You were always the villain,
In darkness and light.
Always the villain,
To fight is to stand,
You can’t win the war,
With your head in the sand,
I know it’s not fair,
But we finally see,
You were always the villain,
Embrace it with glee.
© The Complicated Bunny – 28 Sep 2021
This poem is the seventh in a series of prose which are conversations with my inner child parts. This is a homework assignment from J.B. my clinical psychologist. It is hoped by engaging with these individual child parts it will validate their existence and help bring me closer to understanding my own trauma and pain and thus move closer to healing from it.
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