Villain

Sometimes, in the night

I sit and ponder life

Like, would anybody notice, if I wasn't alright?

If tomorrow I was gone

Without a single trace

Would there even be a tear, streaming down your face?

I look into the mirror

But it's not me I see

It's a broken, tired man that doesn't seem like me.

I don't know how to fix it

Or even where to start

And no-one ever sees the man with a scarred and broken heart.

Every story needs a villain

But the problem that I see,

Is that in my story, that villain might be me.