not always a hero

If the lead in great stories
Are the nice girl and the brave guy
And we are the lead of our own story
How do we end up in villain roles
As the mean girl or the shy guy

Is it in a group that we loose sight
Of who we are on our own
Do we fill a role defined by the many
Or is it simply the limit of perspective
That convinces us we are doing right
Even when we do great harm

How do we miss the flaws of humanity
How do we not see our own villany
Is this simply the grey part of life
Where we can't know how we affect others
Where the hero isn't always in the right.

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