they called me kind, the selfless one,
a soul who’d never come undone.
but kindness bends, and kindness breaks—
even heroes have their stakes.

a joker’s laugh began to bloom,
when i gave joy and made more room,
for others’ needs, their endless cries,
while my own dreams met their demise.

a shattered heart, a broken will—
magneto’s rage began to spill.
"you’re meant to lead!" they claimed in jest,
yet used my strength, denied me rest.

for every "yes," a piece was torn,
like doctor doom, i was reborn.
a mind that served, a heart that bled,
turned cold as ice, as cold as dread.

they begged for light when days turned grim—
but i am no professor grimm.
i cannot stretch to meet the sky,
when my own spirit’s left to die.

with venom sharp as eddie’s bite,
i claimed my time, reclaimed my fight.
"they want your love," said shadows near,
"but feed their need, and you disappear."

so now, like loki, i choose the lies,
a smile false, deceitful guise.
call me your foe, your twisted bane,
but know the source of all this pain.

i am the villain, that’s your tale,
but was i not the one who’d bail
you out, each time you called for more,
until i broke, a hollow core?

so build your tower, cast your blame,
but every villain needs a name.
and mine’s the one who gave too much—
a symbiote of selfless touch.