Description: Every story has an antagonist which we all see the same way. But is that really the same for the antagonist his/herself? In this story is the lifetime of an antagonist who grew up in her own story think she was a protagonist. After all, who never started as the protagonist of their own?
Story start:
Dark hair and sharp green eyes
What a stereotype in this dark world
Golden hair and a pair of blue eyes
Was what I was provided
There I was greeted
By the warmest kindest smiles
I am the protagonist
That was all I knew now
Living my childhood
With the happiest smile
Until they came to tell me
That I’m not their child
Pulled away on a carriage
A child who only knew tears
I am the protagonist
Am I not now?
Seven years later
The child is all grown up
Except now
She knows nothing about those smiles
She is engaged
To an unknown man
All she knows
Is that she will love him forever then
An unfortunate event happens again
When she spots the man she loves
Hand in hand
With a pretty village girl
As she watched them kiss goodbye
There she knew what was going on
Why hadn’t she noticed earlier
That she was the antagonist all along
Surrounded by jewels and riches
Servants cower in fear upon my presence
Far across the land, I am known
To treat everyone as peasants
There finally I have come to a conclusion
I will make the world at my feet
For I am the antagonist
And no one can stop me
Are you satisfied
The world asks me
As long as I exist
Forever my reply will be never
For even the world’s misery
Can never treat my hardened heart
Just like how my misery started
Soon a fire of hate will start to spark
Everyone gathers to see the villainess’ ending
Like how on judgement day
Like a judge with a hammer
My love’s sword is pointed to me
The walls are draped with red and gold
To cover the blood to be spilt
What a fitting ending they must think
For an antagonist like me
With no hesitation at all
The knife plunges through my body
Just as planned
My blood soaked the hall despairingly
Oh good Lord if I hadn’t met him so
Would I have died in more dignity
For this love I had for him
Is nothing without this story
As pain ripped through me
Like every antagonist would
I whispered a little laugh
Shattering the silence in the room like a pin-dropped glass
As I smiled crookedly
At all their fake gasps
My mind just wonders
How long will this facade last
I am the antagonist and the antagonist is me
I knew that from the start till the ending
With my last breath
I whispered my last words
“Thank you”
Before I heaved a gentle contented sigh
For I am still human
One who used to smile
As the stage empties
Only the villainess’ body left
There the red curtains will start to close
For my story has finally come to an end
And even as my body starts to rot
Still, my soul will continue to say
I am the antagonist and forever will be
For it is my role in this tragedy.
Protagonist, antagonist
All the same
Just different prospectives
With different names
Even with the same actions
When did it all go wrong
The antagonist with no faults
Has to live to take this fall
If only had the reader looked a little closer
Would it then be truly revealed
Through this bloody scene
Through the darkened clouds
The one with two fingers crossed
With a knife in the other hand
An angel on the outside
But a devil inside yet kept sealed...
After note: Hi! This my first time writing a story, much less a poem. So, sorry if some of the parts sound off! I chose to write a poem as I’ve always loved poem writing and it’s something I can persevere and finish in. I hope to write the Antagonist’s perspective next time and maybe I’ll post it here too? Thank you so much for reading this messed up story! HAHA <3
