Lately feeling like a mistake
Sometimes unsure of how much I can take
How far I will go.
Dwelling on negativity, an activity that is completely exhausting to me.
And yet I’ve been asking myself: was I just another fantasy
Ever since you were acquitted
I’ve admitted to every single fallacy
All my overreactions, the stifling contingency
My ability to stir up the dust, rub lemons into cuts, and make accusations that make no sense to anyone,
Let alone me.
I see things, too late now, that were wrong about me
That are wrong about me.
That’s not to say that you are perfect in comparison,
But no one deserves and no one should ever try to fix another person.
Now with the curtains closed and coffins shut, someone nearby singing the Final Cut,
I again struggle to stand on wavering feet
Looking out to the long road ahead of me. Well,
At least I finally have a clear path, somehow.