You don't see me
when I'm trying to do right
Maybe you gonna see me now
— Al Jarreau, "You Don't See Me"
It's hard to fly with the eagles when you're surrounded by turkeys.
I tried to be good. I really did. But if that's not good enough, fine! Let's get back to basics!
— Harley Quinn, Batman: The Animated Series
You get treated like a dumb animal long enough, that's what you become.
I am not giving up. I am giving IN. Meredith expects Blood Magic? Then I shall give it to her! Maker help us all...
— Orsino, Dragon Age II
Can you read between the lines?
Hope I'm on the list of people that you hate
It's time you met the monster that you have helped create
Why not, if that's what they think I am I might as well meet their expectations.
Salarino: Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh: what's that good for?
Shylock: To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Thou call'dst me dog before thou hadst a cause;
But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs.
— Shylock, The Merchant of Venice
And therefore, since I cannot prove the lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
I'm gonna be what they want.
I'm gonna be what they say.
Hey world, I'll do it your way!
You're lookin' for a monster, well it's your lucky day!
— Shrek, "Gonna Build a Wall," Shrek the Musical
I am a rat. And there is no light for rats. There will be no light for me.
— Chiaroscuro, The Tale of Despereaux
Trixie: Princey ... are you insane?! This ... this isnít like you. Trixie doesnít like that DJ either, but donít you think this is a bit far? Trixie knows you better than anypony. Youíre not like this. Youíre not THIS bad.
Blueblood: Everypony thinks I am. Why should I bother arguing with them? Might as well go for broke.
You have to remember I didn't choose this. I would never have chosen this. It's not my fault I have cloven hooves instead of feet, and it didn't make me a bad person. It was you, you and your kind, you made me a bad person. You fear anything that's different. My own village feared me once they found out, called me tainted by Chaos, drove me out of the town with torches and pitchforks, they did. Well, I'm not one to argue with my old neighbours, especially when they outnumber me fifty-to-one. If they thought I was some kind of Chaos Beast, well, I felt it would be only fair if I lived up to their fears.
I fled to the woods, and there I found more Mutants, more of my kind. We lived by scavenging and raiding, mostly, 'til we ended up fighting the Beastmen. Yes, they killed most of my companions, but when they took me among them when they saw I was part Beast myself, and when they saw how well I fought, that was when I had to make the decision. It was clear I was never going to make much of a name for myself among them just for what I was - the lack of horns soon put paid to any illusion I might have had about that. So the best way I could make myself useful to them, make sure I didn't end up on a cooking spit myself, was to lead them to the village and tell them what it had in way of defences and loot. Turnabout is fair play, after all. It had been quite clear to me that I was no longer welcome there myself, so what were the people to me? Nothing. Nothing but tasty meat and good loot. Yes, that's right, I ate my own erstwhile neighbours when the fight was done, or bits of them anyway... Bov the Butcher's shoulder was particularly good, fat and succulent.
Yes, I'm a monster. A monster made by you. You and your kind.
— Karl Schulman, former schoolteacher of Dannenberg village, Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay
Let all Oz be agreed:
I'm wicked through and through.
Since I can not succeed,
Fiyero, saving you.
I promise no good deed
Will I attempt to do again.
— Elphaba's song "No Good Deed", from Wicked
"If you're gonna treat me like a bandit, then that's exactly what I'm gonna be!"
— The Slab King, AKA Brick, Borderlands 2
Tiger: A good deed by a supervillain, that's rich.
Dr. Universe: Ask the average joe today who the villains are, and he'll name the banker! The scientist! The entrepreneur! Ask him who his heroes are, and he'll name an actor or a pop star! If that is the standard of the day, then I absolutely am a supervillain!
"I am malicious because I am miserable. Am I not shunned and hated by all mankind? You, my creator, would tear me to pieces, and triumph; remember that , and tell me why I should pity man more than he pities me? You would not call it murder, if you could precipitate me into one of those ice-rifts, and destroy my frame, the work of your own hands. Shall I respect man when he contemns me? Let him live with me in the interchange of kindness; and, instead of injury I would bestow every benefit upon him with tears of gratitude at his acceptance. But that cannot be; the human senses are insurmountable barriers to our union. Yet mine shall not be the submission of abject slavery. I will revenge my injuries: If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear, and chiefly towards you my arch-enemy, because my creator, do I swear inextinguishable hatred. Have a care: I will work at you destruction, nor finish until I desolate your heart, so that you shall curse the hour of your birth."
—The Creature, Frankenstein.