The Next Generation Of Magic

It was gone in a flash. I became everyone’s spare and not their prime. Once their first story but now their cautious subject. I once felt their love but now it fade away. This is how villains were made. I don’t want to be one, i don’t have a choice, or maybe i had. I have no one as my firm foundation. No one wants my company. They plot their twist without me, i know it but i act like i don’t. I was foolish to act like everything’s fine when no one cares about it. I was not craving for competence, just for importance. No one wanted to help me, not until I came to the other side. Everyone suddenly wants to make me feel loved. Everyone wants me to realize that I am important to them, that they value me. But it was too late. They were a decision late. I needed to hear that but they are a life late. They are a choice late. I chose to become the villain of the story so i have the attention i deserve. I was the main character that was rejected. I was the main character that was denied of love.