I am not the villain. I was cold

Hungry. Tired. Forever in her shadow

And forever in his: husband, father, King

A trio of titles, useless things

With no power to hold back sorrow.

I am not the villain. I just wanted to be

Alive. Beautiful. Powerful. Free,

And more for my own children than for me

Though their names have now been blackened too

Ashes to dust and regret to rue.

I am not the villain. But you bind my hands

Summon birds to eat my eyes, and burning shoes

to dance until I die, if it is a dance

Or just one last cruelty for taking the chance

For doing what I had to, paying the cost:

I am not the villain. I just lost.

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A/N: Now here's an interesting question. Do you believe her? I'm not sure myself.