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Shadow creeping steady in the mirror's reflection,

A villain no more, but here's the confession.

Once was a kingpin of chaos and pride,

Now I’m wrestling the ghost I keep buried inside.

Torn between who I was and who I could be,

Prison bars of my past, never set me free.

You see a hero, I see cracks in the armor,

Building bridges to your heart, hoping karma’s the farmer.

I wish I was better, built right from the start,

Not the blueprint of chaos, stitched from parts.

Fighting the whispers, they calling me back,

But I’d burn down my sins, leave ashes in stacks.

Should I mold to the frame that you paint of my soul,

Or stay lost on this tightrope, this jagged control?

All the love you give, sets fire to my shame,

But can a villain, unmasked, ever conquer his name?

Pages of redemption, still blank, unwritten,

A pen dripping truths, though scars stay hidden.

The struggle of becoming who you think I can be,

A war with my shadows, keep wrestling the sea.

I wish I was better, built right from the start,

Not the blueprint of chaos, stitched from parts.

Fighting the whispers, they calling me back,

But I’d burn down my sins, leave ashes in stacks.