"I am me, the good, bad, ugly."

When you are painted
As the villain in stories
It becomes easier
With each story
To portray the monster
That you are thought to be

It is liberating
To be the real you
In your private time
And the perceived you
In the spectators' time
It shows your versatility
To be a weapon, or a shield

Spectators pay the price
In time you learn
To give them the show
That they want to see
When the curtain comes down
You are you, as peaceful as can be

A side note:

To the narrator, the spectators,

           You want an angel, paint one
           You want a demon, paint one
           The portrait you create
           Is what you see, forever
           The final decision lies
           In the hands of the wielder