inFamous
What could I do?
I try to help those
That I want to save
The people look at me,
Stare at me
Blame me
They point fingers
And say “YOU ARE THE REASON”
“THE REASON WE SUFFER”
They want my head.
They want my blood.
They want me dead.
When they try to come after me
All I can say is
“SCREW THIS!”
I fight back; I become
The villain.
But now I must look
At myself look
At myself and
See a hero and a villain-
And now I only see
A man, an
Infamous man.