Villain

Just vented...

I have never been so satisfied as I am now

For seconds, I have been told to stay quiet

For minutes, I have been told to stand still

For hours, I have been forced to cooperate

But not one did I hear their praise

Don't get me wrong...

I was never taught to be superficial

But I've always yearned to know what it feels like

Does it compare to a significant other's "I love you?"

Does it also make one's heart thump and thump again and again

As their bare skin brushes against... *clears throat

Is it as warm as a mother's embrace?

No.

Again, I have never been so satisfied as I am now

For after those deafening seconds of silence

Feet numbing minutes of standing

And irritating pressure on how to act for hours

I broke...

into merriment as only I was told to keep quiet

I broke...

my immovable state to imitate the moving crowd

I broke...

as I put myself in a fit of rage for only I was told to follow

As if the world has already decided

on the standards that were meant for only I to follow

Must I sacrifice my bit of sound, space, and time

For the convenience of others?

Must I need to be the lamb for the fulfillment of such sacrifice?

A holy order?

If so I choose to yield

I refuse!

I will not allow myself to be bound by society's selfish demands

I will go against everyone if I have to.

Even if I have to tread such path alone.

Even if I were to live long enough and see myself become the villain of my story.

And I think... I already am.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems as this piece was made to vent out and I guess... share my frustration to those who can relate.