Hero or Villain?

Some people will worship you.
They’ll call you kind, patient, gentle — an angel in human form. You’ll be the one who helped them heal, who listened when no one else did. They’ll speak your name softly, like a blessing.

But others will curse you.
They’ll call you manipulative, selfish, cruel. To them, you’ll be the storm that wrecked the calm they built. They’ll twist your memory into a warning, because it’s easier to make you a monster than admit you were once their mirror.

The truth? I’m neither. Or maybe I’m both.

People drift in and out of our lives like waves. Some bring light, some leave shadows, and most never see the full picture — only the version of you that fits the role they need you to play. Friend. Lover. Enemy. Stranger.

Some loved me.
Some hated me.
Some never saw me at all.

Ask ten people who I am, and you’ll get ten different truths.
To one, I’m the best thing that ever happened.
To another, the worst.

Maybe they’re all right.
Maybe they’re all wrong.
Maybe I just stopped trying to convince anyone otherwise.

Because I’ve learned that perception is its own fiction.
People write you into their story with the ink of their own wounds — they highlight what fits their narrative and cut away what doesn’t. You can spend your life trying to defend yourself in other people’s chapters, or you can step out of the book altogether.

I’m done being edited by others.
If that makes me a villain, so be it.
If it makes me a hero, I won’t wear the cape.

I’m not here to be the saviour or the scapegoat.
I’m just here — living, learning, breaking, healing — like everyone else.

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