A Villain is just a victim,
Whose story isn't known yet.
Though people think he's bad,
A bit of psyco and mad.
Walking through the path of life,
The society kills him enough times.
Falling with his broken wings,
And tumbling over broken things.
This leaves him with only two ways,
Either to stay a victim always.
Or to make them feel the way he felt,
And now his heart is that of stone and it doesn't melt.
One in a million choses the second way,
Whose regarded as a villain by the society, In all ways.

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