Your Favorite Villain

You smiled while you sharpened every knife,

Then swore you were the one just fighting for your life.

You lit the match, then blamed me for the flame,

Told everybody I was crazy, made a weapon of my name.

Every story had me guilty from the start,

You twisted every truth until I questioned my own heart.

I carried all the shame you couldn’t face,

While you stood there like a saint with a devil’s poker face.

You said, “That never happened.”

You said, “You’re too sensitive.”

But I remember everything—

And I’m done forgiving it.

I was your favorite villain,

Your scapegoat, your excuse.

You broke me down in private

Then told the world I abused you.

You gaslit every memory,

Turned love into a lie.

But the truth gets louder, baby,

Every time you testify.

Yeah, you can rewrite the story,

You can drag my name through hell—

But I survived your version of me,

And now I know myself too well.

You’d hurt me, then ask why I was bleeding,

Call me selfish every time I started leaving.

Move the goalposts, change the rules,

Make me apologize for everything you’d do.

Your apologies were loaded like a gun,

“I’m sorry that you feel that way”—yeah, that was always one.

You needed someone underneath your feet,

So you could play the hero while you buried me beneath.

You called me unstable,

When I finally called you out.

Funny how your kingdom shakes

When the scapegoat finds her mouth.

I was your favorite villain,

Your scapegoat, your excuse.

You broke me down in private

Then told the world I abused you.

You gaslit every memory,

Turned love into a lie.

But the truth gets louder, baby,

Every time you testify.

Yeah, you can rewrite the story,

You can drag my name through hell—

But I survived your version of me,

And now I know myself too well.

I’m not carrying your secrets.

I’m not choking on your shame.

I’m not standing in the wreckage

While you hand me all the blame.

No more walking on your eggshells.

No more begging to be heard.

You can manipulate the whole damn room—

But you don’t control my words.

LIAR.

MANIPULATOR.

MASTER OF DISGUISE.

You built your throne on broken hearts

And covered it with lies.

SCAPEGOAT.

GASLIGHT.

I finally know the game.

You needed me to hate myself

So you could stay the same.

I WAS your favorite villain,

Your scapegoat, your excuse.

But you don’t get to own me,

And you don’t get to choose

Who I am or what I remember,

What was real or what was right.

You spent years trying to bury me—

Now watch me come alive.

Go ahead, rewrite the story.

Tell whoever you can tell.

I survived your version of me—

And I came back from hell.

You called me crazy.

You called me weak.

You told your lies

So I couldn’t speak.

But I found my voice.

I found myself.

And your favorite villain…

finally saved herself.