Not The Villain

People get bored with reality, so they decorate it with fiction. A plain fact never stands a chance against a juicy lie. And when their imagination needs a monster, they pick the closest silhouette and paint it black. You didn’t change. Their version of you did.

You didn’t become the villain.

They just needed one.

And instead of asking for the real story, they rewrote you in a script you never auditioned for. Their whispers became wildfire, their assumptions became armor, and suddenly you’re standing inside a plot twist you never agreed to star in.

But here’s the beautiful, rebellious piece of it:

You still own your narrative. Not the rumor mill. Not the bored spectators. Not the storytellers who skipped the truth because it wasn’t flashy enough.

You’re not the villain.

You’re the author who hasn’t spoken yet.