The Twist At The End

I stand here,

Sweat glistening on my face,

My mind blank but clear,

Oh , how I hate this place.

I gave my blood, sweat and tears for this,

But it's anything but bliss.

I glance at the mirror,

A look of slight guilt but revenge,

They describe me as ' sinister ' ,

But they're saints, that's what they pretend.

All my life I've been performing for an ungrateful audience,

I'm  'evil'  , that is their credence,

It haunts me ,

Our brawls .

I know I will win,

No matter what it takes,

I will give them my most vicious grin,

They will regret each one of their mistakes.

I watch with a smile,

As they lose in their own game,

It's so worth it, though I might've turned vile,

But I've had enough of taking the blame.