In a closed society like the one I live in, it’s so easy to hear what others speak of you or even think of you, uninvited even.

It is completely okay for someone to suddenly walk up to you and speak about what they think of you or what they heard other talk about you. And if you’re anything like me there is a high chance you have no idea who are these people including the one speaking to you.

 

Through out these years I’ve been alive I have heard so many stories about me to the pointed I doubted myself for the stories seemed to be too convincing, if you caught me hearing about myself at any point I would look as interested as any other listener for I am beyond amazed of how much I can be “The Bad Guy”.

 

I’m not sad nor upset that I’m portrayed badly in someone story’s for at the end, I know the truth and most if not all the time I have evidence to support my side (if I know the people and the story is a half-truth) but by all means feel free to speak as you wish, cause there will come a time people will figure things out all on their own.

 

So, in case someone wants to play the victim, I can be the villain.

You made a mistake! It’s not you it’s me.
Bored and got time to gossip, I’m the cocaine to your nose.

What some fail to understand the fact that I am okay with this, I don’t have time to go after everyone who doesn’t like me, those who knows me know exactly who I am, but some got too much spare time.

 

Why don’t I care?

I’ve been through this way too many times and at a young age too.

 

It started in high school, when I switched schools and met the other side of society.

The supressed students and their unacknowledged presence and my over-the-top creative personality being the devil itself. Maybe my ex the innocent cheater and me the poisonous idiot who wasted more than 6 years with a loser, or the other ex and his well-crafted lies when knowing the circumstances, I’ve been though.

 

Maybe how my confidence is taken as a bad attitude, my friendliness is taken as being fake, my properness taken as being stuck-up.

 

I got a list, a very long list of this but the best part is when I see these people face to face, the confrontation is elite.

 

Funny encounters are when I see people who know me, but I don’t, feel like a star.

 

So, yes, I am “The Bad Guy” and I will always be as long as you feel temporary good about yourself.