For What it’s Worth

For what it is worth I feel no one is completely the victim. We are all the villain in someone’s story. I can vouch and say this is true for me. People have said that I am a kind person. Someone who is approachable and accepting of peoples feelings, thoughts and views. I’m easy to talk to because of my non-judgmental character and they don’t believe it ever yelled at anyone or been truly upset. However, I am the villain in sisters story. I am the mean sister who everyone likes. I am the one who pushes it in her face, by killer her with kindness. She rejects anything that comes from me because she thinks it’s tainted with manipulation. To her, I am the reason she stays away from our family because I always try to paint a perfect picture of myself (when in reality we call with flaws). I am the hero, which gives her the protagonist character, she says. In reality, I wish we got along. I wish we were close. But for what it is worth, good can’t exist without evil. Not light without dark. I know I’m not all good, and definitely not always the protagonist. But for what it is worth, I know I’m damn good at being whatever it is I am. And that’s me.