The birth of a villan

In the heart of every villain, a story untold, By the harshness of society, their fate is controlled. They ain't born with evil intent, But by circumstances bent, Treated as outcasts, their true colors withheld and scolded. They are labeled as misfits from the start, Forced to play a sinister part. But deep inside, a glimmer of light, Struggling to break free from the night, Yearning for acceptance in a world that's torn apart. The society's judgments weigh heavy on their souls, Pushing them towards darker goals. They are cast aside, deemed as unworthy, Forgotten in the shadows, left to be lonely. But beneath the surface, a heart that longs to be whole. So before you judge someone as a villain, Consider the circumstances they've been given. For it's the society that creates their fate, Turning them into something they truly hate. But deep down, they are just looking for a way to be forgiven.